I have just finished watching the last episode of last series of The Tudors . There was no sex in it, was less intrigue - instead of illness, old age, sorrow for the lost time and death. Moreover, it is characteristic of the entire season. As the whole series it had its drawbacks - for example, for a long time, "old age" was shown by the characterization limited to earn wealth more luxuriant beards and gray hair. Sometimes it was a little grotesque - the hair, we saw the same smooth, youthful faces, impeccable teeth and so on. It is generally frequent defect serials and films happening in the old days - the realities are played fairly superficial level, developers usually confine themselves to take care of clothes and decorations. Of course, not always the case - still fascinates me to take the approach Fragrancies , where you could see the sorry state of health of people in ancient times - pale, sick face, broken teeth, a shocker repelled as much as i was fascinated care in putting detail.
In the last episode is still a little halucynacyjnych wizji i towarzyszącego im kiczu, na czele z jeźdźcem na trupiobladym koniu:
Gdy wreszcie starość zaczęła się rysować na obliczu serialowego Henryka, grający go aktor - Jonathan Rhys Meyers począł przypominać mi Malcolma McDowella , ale może to tylko ja tak mam:
Oczywiście, cały ten serial to tylko przyjemna forma bardziej wyrafinowanej telenoweli. Historyczna adekwatność została złożona w ofierze na ołtarzy przystępności, zaś polityczna sexual intrigue gives way to fields fascination, romantic movies and personal tournaments. Yet, serial sparked my curiosity enough that I wanted to start reading. And I know that if in the end we learn that:
... what is really interesting is hidden in Annie Boleyn - person joining Henry VIII with his famous daughter Elizabeth I . But even if it comes to my appetite for writing about the reflections on this truly remarkable woman, in another note.
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