Even the slobbish charm of Roseanne's John Goodman can't save this horribly misconceived comedy of palace shenanigans. When the entire British royal family is wiped out in a freak photography accident, the unlikely successor turns out to be a Las Vegas entertainer (Goodman), who proceeds to bumble his way through the affairs of state with the assistance of adviser Peter O'Toole. The latter, and John Hurt as a scheming courtier, look to be having a hugely enjoyable time, but the talented cast is let down by writer/director David S Ward's dim script and theme-park (spotted dick, chirpy cockneys) view of British life.

As the only relative in line to ascend the Royal throne, a down-on-his-luck American slob must learn the ways of the English.