I will tell you, it does not tickle.
Last night was GIRLS NIGHT PART THE TWO and we saw The Other Boleyn Girl. Which was my favorite book of 2006. Which I was really excited about being a movie. Which I was REALLY disappointed in the
casting and the execution (no pun intended) of what is even without embellishment a fascinating tale.But the movie sucked.
Trying to cram 10 years of political and sexual intrigue into 2 hours is no small feat, so I can appreciate it for that. But it didn't even follow the book, which would have made it easier for them, and it reduced every character to their most ghastly incarnations. Also, it threw more history out the window than I have ever watched wasted.
Seeing Natalie Portman's headless corpse was pretty great, though. Not that I don't like her personally, I hated her version of Anne... and her bad accent. However, the Katherine of Aragon played by Ana Torrent and Elizabeth Boleyn played by Kristin Scott Thomas were MAGNIFICENT performances, and the most humane I've ever seen those characters.
Anyway, afterwards it was obviously DoaM. There I discovered that I haven't changed since Middle School. I'm still the kid on the outside that has all these friends that she thinks likes everyone else but her, and says stupid things that she doesn't know she's not supposed to, and depresses her boyfriend after what really was supposed to be a good day. Not that my middle school boyfriend cared about me like Andrew does... But I'm really sick of being this person. Angry. Depressed. Self-conscious. I should be better than this right now.
I also bought Alison Weir's The Six Wives of Henry VIII (or Sexy Wives, if you ask Tolmie). I'm doing it. I'm bridging the gap to non-fiction!
EDIT: 4:17pm - WHAT THE FUCK>!!?!??!??!? WHAT THE FUCK ?!?? WHAT. THEFUCK. WHATTHEFUCK. WHADAFUUUUUUUUUUK??!?!?!
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