I went to four tours in Scotland with four different guides and they all said the exact said thing about Braveheart. Great movie, really rousing, but what a load of rubbish. A Lowlander with a kilt? And face paint? And no clan politics/rivalries? And don't even get them started on the title, which is referring to Robert the Bruce, a whole different person. Rubbish. But great movie.
Kind of like Elizabeth. Great movie. But what a load of rubbish. I've finally gotten around to doing some reading on the Tudor period and wow. The movie is even more off than I suspected. Norfolk, mister ultra let’s kill all the heretics in the movie? Protestant. He did conspire to marry Mary Stuart and Leicester was in on it, though. But certainly not in league with any papists. I think I can hear him rolling in his grave right now. And that whole deal with the Duke of Anjou, i.e. the guy that Elizabeth apparently really considered marrying, except there was that pesky religion problem in the middle. The Dudley marriages compressed into one I understand (it was when he got remarried in secret that Elizabeth banished him from court), but that plot never engaged me anyway, so eh. No doubt there's more stuff I'm not aware of yet, but I still love the movie. But what a load of rubbish.
I woke up at 7 today. Yesterday it was 6. Perfectly normal. Why is this perfectly normal? Why have I been awake for three hours before anyone else steps out of bed? And why do I feel a need to go to bed by 11 when I'm not going anywhere the next day? This is wrong. So wrong.
By the way, I'm back in Illinois now. The Tranport for London bookmark is still there. I'm not getting rid of it. No one would happen to have any connections in the BBC, would they?
Kind of like Elizabeth. Great movie. But what a load of rubbish. I've finally gotten around to doing some reading on the Tudor period and wow. The movie is even more off than I suspected. Norfolk, mister ultra let’s kill all the heretics in the movie? Protestant. He did conspire to marry Mary Stuart and Leicester was in on it, though. But certainly not in league with any papists. I think I can hear him rolling in his grave right now. And that whole deal with the Duke of Anjou, i.e. the guy that Elizabeth apparently really considered marrying, except there was that pesky religion problem in the middle. The Dudley marriages compressed into one I understand (it was when he got remarried in secret that Elizabeth banished him from court), but that plot never engaged me anyway, so eh. No doubt there's more stuff I'm not aware of yet, but I still love the movie. But what a load of rubbish.
I woke up at 7 today. Yesterday it was 6. Perfectly normal. Why is this perfectly normal? Why have I been awake for three hours before anyone else steps out of bed? And why do I feel a need to go to bed by 11 when I'm not going anywhere the next day? This is wrong. So wrong.
By the way, I'm back in Illinois now. The Tranport for London bookmark is still there. I'm not getting rid of it. No one would happen to have any connections in the BBC, would they?
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