Running commentary on Henry V (1989 film)

[morgynleri]

So... the Archbishop of Canterbury in the scene with Henry V's council in the beginning of the play is Henry Chichele (another. blasted. Henry. grr.). And the whole thing's probably at Leicester. Research is fun.

Also, Westmoreland appears to be taking a quick nap while the Archbishop is talking. *snerks*

I think I want to keep some of Shakespeare's characterization of Henry Chichele. If he shows up in Admit Me, Chorus to This History. Or maybe he'll get his own side-story later. Dunno.

Henry, dear, your boots are atrocious. But your doublet's pretty.

*pauses* *stares* I want his boots. With him in them. Montjoy's boots, that is. Over-the-knee, form-hugging boots over form-hugging hose, and the just-covers-his-ass tabard. Um. *stares some more*

And of course, the first through through my head on seeing Montjoy's boots was that his boots wouldn't be entirely out of place on a modern prostitute or perhaps as part of fetish gear. With laces or buckles instead of apparently being leather molded directly to his legs.

Which earned a drink-warning from a friend. *grins*

*watches Montjoy walk back out* Did I mention those boots are leaving my brain in the gutter? And the whole interaction between Henry and Montjoy that has nothing to do with words, and damn me, but that's going to provide a whole new interesting sub-plot to something. Possibly more than one something. And just reinforces one of the main plots of Immortal Herald.

Exeter smirks nicely. I like his smirk.

Also, I can only figure out who about half the council-members are in the scene. I can point out Cambridge and Gray near the end, I can recognize Exeter and Westmoreland and Erpingham, and I can pick out Glouster. I can't, for all that I should be able to, pick out Scroop, York, or Bedford. And the rest are nameless to me. *scowls a little*

I could listen to Derek Jacobi for hours. He's got a lovely voice. And he may well have informed some small part of the characterization of James Stretton.

Christian Bale is really a rather cute boy. You can see the prettiness he grew into already. And yes, pretty.

When they go to the scene with Jacobi on the cliffs, that first part always looks to me like it's some painted backdrop, all vertical behind him even though it isn't really. Perspective's weird.

Whoever the heck it is with Exeter and Erpingham with the labeled arms of England isn't Glouster, Clarence or Bedford - the label is wrong. It's also wrong for York, but that's the only one I can think of it being. Since Glouster and Bedford are behind conspirators, and I don't know that Clarence is there at all. Or it could be Clarence, and York is somewhere among those behind the conspirators. *scowls at the costume designer*

Hrm. Actually, no, that's York behind Gray, and Glouster behind Cambridge. Maybe the one with Exeter is Bedford. Hmph. Still, got the label on his arms wrong.

Scroop looks like he's about to cry. My Scroop-muse looks like he's about to die laughing.

Except if that's York that had been behind Gray, his label's wrong too - it's one I'd expect for Bedford. Hence being convinced that the one who is York is Bedford and therefore Henry's brother almost every time I watch the bloody movie. *growls*

And now Scroop looks like he's resigned, after Exeter slaps him. Did I mention I like Exeter? And my Scroop muse says his co-conspirators were idiots, and he'd like to do the same to whoever had the brilliant idea of telling Mortimer what they were up to before they'd had a chance to actually kill Henry. Not that I think they'd have gotten away with it, regardless.

Scroop also looks like he's biting back what he wants to say. *feeds that to a plot-bunny in its cage*

Or tears, apparently. *shrugs* My Scroop-muse is still looking a little annoyed.

Is that a wrist-watch Nym's giving Mistress Quickley? Also, Judi Dench is awesome.

Hey! Real candles, I love real candles. They flicker so prettily. Not that I'd expect them to use anything else...

Ok, French naming time. Charles d'Albret, Constable of France, easy. Dauphin, easy (though seriously, there were two of them during the time.) Duke d'Orlean, again easy. Those three because they were at Agincourt. I'm not so sure about Berry and Bar and Brittany.

Of which one has to be missing, because there are only two not the ones I recognize seated in the chamber. *snorts*

And while on this scene... I want the Constable's over-tunic. The sleeves, that it's all pretty black velvet (I think that's velvet, anyway)... And damask-patterned...

Hee. More Exeter-love. The expressions on his face. *sighs happily*

And as I've been pausing liberally for writing of other stuff in the meanwhile, it's now after 1a, and bedtime. Shall have to finish up watching it tomorrow. Morning or evening depends on other things I've got to get done.

Comments

[misaditas-fics.livejournal.com]

I want his boots. With him in them. Montjoy's boots, that is. Over-the-knee, form-hugging boots over form-hugging hose, and the just-covers-his-ass tabard. Um. *stares some more*

The boots and tiiight trousers are a couple of the reasons why I rewatch Continuum *grins*

[morgynleri]

*grins* Now you've actually given me a reason to possibly watch Continuum. Though, at the moment, still on a Henry V kick, person and play. Even if I am distracted by Montjoy's legs and Exeter's facial expressions at the moment. And d'Albret's houppeland.

And I'm still frustrated by the scene at Southampton and the lack of proper identification of the various royal family in that. *grumbles* Still, pretty, pretty men in costume. And much fascination with over-five-centuries-dead royalty.

[misaditas-fics.livejournal.com]

Tbh, Continuum sucks. Well, the writing does - the acting's on par as usual, with Cliff utterly ruling every scene he's in like so (http://jumper-one.110mb.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=159&pos=142).

God, that man can smirk.