The film starts in England in the winter of 1348. A casualty is laid out on a table, blood pouring from his armpits. Gross, however precise: plague buboes are typically found in the neck, crotch or armpit. An early side effect of sickness is agonizing armpits. In the event that your armpits are harming at this moment, remember that in the 21st century a more normal reason for armpit agony is perusing the sentence: “An early side effect of maladies is agonizing armpits.” The film’s characters are short on restorative learning, and think God is rebuffing them for sin.
A pack of hired soldiers drove by Ulric wander the field searching for miscreants. They’re all black calfskin trousers and oily hair, and when they stand together in a windswept scene they look simply like a 1990s Depeche Mode video. Rather than serenading the heathens with touchy electronic, however, they’re going to execute them. Since what Europe required amid the Black Death was all the more dead individuals. Murdering them rapidly wouldn’t be fun, so they bring along a versatile torment truck. It’s kind of like a threatening frozen yogurt van secured in spikes. Best not to request a Mr Whippy.