After growing up to terrorise the Brits, you lose your father and you end up dressed in glitz, as you become a stage performer, a quite radical reformer, joining forces with Maria to get your kicks. As you're also called Maria that makes a pair, a risqué dance for two is what you like to share, until Maria meets a guy, who lifts her high into the sky, there's revolution after he succumbs and dies. And so it's off to war to fight a dead man's cause, to fight the corrupt, crooked, shady, venal laws, a brief tangle with the church, allows the film to pitch and lurch, to an ending that won't wake you from your snores.
It isn't funny and it isn't fun.
It isn't funny and it isn't fun.