Sir Ulrich Von Lichtenstein
One of my favorite movies.
A dumb foreign kid gets his life changed once he finds his Lord died and shat himself.
Slavery made him forget to follow his feet back home in order to chase a big pair of... hm... friends?... yeah, friends! And both convinced him that he is someone who's not.
One could say that the trauma of being English would've caused a multiple personality syndrome and the development of stockholm syndrome, but in reality he's someone who enjoys getting fisted by big, hard, stiff sticks while riding... black... horses.
Then the filth of Paris made him go insane and wrote a poem about necks and tits.
What can I say? Paris is the city of
louvre love™ and that just comes naturally. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
In the end, he finds himself to the place he began his journey, reminding him that it doesn't matter if you dress well and even if you change your name to adjust your multiple personality disorder, you're still unlucky enough to be from England.
I remember the criticism this movie got when it first released, and to be honest, the dancing scenes still makes me cringe.
But on the other hand... Laura Fraser, Shannyn Sossamon and Berenice...