As a matter of fact, King Arthur reminded me of a somewhat more simplistic version of Braveheart (And that's not just because
of the Woad warriors who are painted blue.)
What may have aspired to be an intelligent action flick is instead a standard chase flick with interesting observations on the use
of woad by the ancient Britons, and far too few philosophical interludes of any substance.
Economically the town depended much on the marketing
of woad, the famous dye grown in the surrounding district, used for dyeing textiles and marketed to merchants who travelled through Erfurt to pick it up.
Merlin (played by Stephen Dillane) is here as well, but he's the leader
of the Woads and has no mystical powers whatsoever.
Not exact matches
Senua, Celtic warrior extraordinaire, her face and arms slathered in cerulean
woad matching the color
of her eyes, slices through the hordes
of the Viking undead with the severed head
of her dead boyfriend strapped to her belt.
The Cuban artist Ana Mendieta's use
of red paint as a kind
of atavistic
woad is also properly disturbing.