The Stanzaic Morte Arthur (hereafter SMA) has always had a rather mixed press, and scholars have by turns emphasised its clumsiness and its artistic success. Writing in 1978, Sherron E. Knopp speaks of ‘glaring disagreement over the poem's strengths and weaknesses’, observing how ‘faults in the eyes of one critic become merits in the eyes of another, and vice versa’. Knopp concludes that ‘in the end one begins to wonder whether everyone has read the same poem’. Despite the publication of a number of perceptive studies in the meantime, this is still an essentially accurate picture of the poem's reputation nearly forty years on, and the SMA remains largely neglected in recent criticism. This may be due to the poem's uncomfortable position in the chronology of medieval Arthuriana, stuck between two major canonical works: the French Mort Artu from the Vulgate cycle, which is its source, and Malory's Morte Darthur, which uses both the French Mort and the SMA as sources in turn. The poem's relationship to these two major monuments of the Arthurian canon threatens to dwarf the achievements of the SMA itself, and furthermore makes it difficult to encounter the poem on its own terms. Even Donald Kennedy's perceptive analysis of the portrayal of Arthur in the poem evokes J. D. Burnley's familiar model of ‘cultural descent’ associated with popularising English translations of French courtly romances.

The recent explosion of interest in Middle English popular romances has enabled criticism to move beyond such rigid, vertical models of relationship, and has provided a useful critique of unexamined, essentialist notions like literary subtlety, artistry and sophistication: such notions are invariably postulated on circular reasoning, and perpetuate deeply entrenched assumptions about artistic value and cultural legitimacy beneath the invocation of ostensibly innocent, purely aesthetic criteria. Curiously, however, the SMA seems to have benefited very little from this recuperative turn towards cultural history in the study of Middle English romance, perhaps because it has no marvels, Saracens, princesses, monsters or otherwise exuberant plot developments to captivate its readers.