This movie is 40 years old. I think it is very important to state that up front. 40 years old. And that means we need to look past the by-now-hackneyed storyline of two brothers – one good, one evil – and the woman they both love – she marries the good one and the evil one kills her accidentally while trying to kill the good one.
We need to ignore the stereotypical quest during which the good brother is sent about the place by his friend the witch, and smile in nostalgia as he brings together the rest of the party. The rude little dwarf, the simple giant, the emotionless elf in loafers, the grizzled veteran soldier. We should grin with delight as they protect the nuns and their holy convent from the evil brother. This, my friends, is were tropes were born.
It also helps if you watch the RiffTrax version. We sure did this time around, although it is important to note that we have watched this un-ironically in the past too.