Robin Hood.

With Patrick Bergin underplaying the Errol Flynn in Robin and Uma Thurman playing Maid Marian as a swan--and featuring Jeff Nuttal, author of Bomb Culture and longtime mainstay of British bohemia, as Friar Tuck--this 1991 ambush of the Kevin Costner vehicle of the same year is sexy, wisecracking, deliriously hip, and a shock. Throughout the film, Saxon anti-clericalism builds as a counter to Norman power (Tuck peddles holy relics--he's got St. Peter's finger--made out of chicken bones), eventually turning into outright paganism: the Merry Men invade the baron's castle on All Fool's Day, with Tuck as Lord of Misrule and everyone else costumed as animals, spirits, shamans, trees. Druidic ceremonies blast the Church like a hurricane blowing away a tract home. The Cross is toppled by the Golden Bough--and at the end, when Robin and Marian marry, it's as king and queen of nothing so transitory as a manmade kingdom, but of the May.