in the late 70's when i was a pre-teen sitting in front of the tv, i was aimlessly clicking the channel until i came across a sword fight with this trash talking black knight and a crusade leader. every time the crusader would swing his sword, the black knight would loose a limb and blood would stream out of his wound, yet never phasing the knight's determination to engage in combat even when he was only a torso and head. it became my favorite comedy movie of all times. encountering the french was my favorite part.