blame us for this? Right? Natalie?
Jen and I went to see The Other Boleyn Girl last night. I always enjoy going to the movies, especially at Andy Lasky’s theater where there are burgers and gobs involved. The film was enjoyable, but there were problems (no spoilers ahead.) The sets and costumes were beautiful and, if you like Tudor history, it certainly gives you a lot to talk about regarding he film’s inaccuracies. And oh, the inaccuracies! The Other Boleyn Girl was so historically inaccurate that I spent the film indulging myself in eye-rolling of the most magnificent proportions. The filmmakers made some choices that were just ludicrous, both from an historical perspective and a filmmaking perspective. That being said, I’d go to a reading of the phone book if Eric Bana were involved. He pretty much rocks.
I’ve heard a lot of guff about Brits being annoyed that yet another American film company has made a movie that casts American actors and butchers British history. To which I say: whatever! The casting of two American actresses didn’t cause the ridiculous characterization of the Boleyn sisters. It didn’t the cause disappearance of certain important characters, or the Oliver-Stone-level disregard the film shows to, you know, actual fact. It is a grossly historically inaccurate screenplay written by an English screenwriter, based on only slightly less historically inaccurate source material written by an English author, and all directed by an English director. If the English weren’t responsible for this mess, they were certainly complicit.
But getting back to the sins of the Americans, there were two women sitting behind us in the theater that were whispering through the whole film. I shushed them three times to no avail, and even gave them the hairy eyeball on my way back to get a drink. Finally, I had to turn around and hiss "Please stop talking!" That finally did it. Why must people be so obtuse, as Andy Dufresne would say?
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