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Oh, little Dauphin. You are an idiot. Henry is older than you are. No matter whether it's Louis, John, or Charles. By at least a decade. *facepalm*

Jacobi love. Oh, so much. And damn me, but that makes me want to write more Doctor Who fic. Master-centric, of course. Probably Fairytales & Nightmares AU. During the Time War. *feeds image to a plot bunny*

And yeah... Henry hits the adrenaline crash when the governor of Harfluer surrenders. It takes a moment before the full effect sink in, but definitely hitting it there. I think he was holding onto the dregs of his strength then so he didn't fall off his horse in front of everyone. Because that would have been Very Bad.

The expression Exeter gives Henry when he says he'll winter in Calais is a "wtf are you thinking?" expression.

Mm. Probably the wince getting back moving again is because his body is going "oh, good, I can rest no... what? I have to move?"

Catherine is cute. That is all.

And the Dauphin is still... making me want to smack him and tell him to grow up.

I think the two other Dukes in the room are Bar and Brittany. They're both a bit on the young wide to be Berry. Though Berry is the reason the Dauphin being at Agincourt isn't historically accurate of Shakespeare (not complaining, just noting).

Actually, looking at who was the Duke of Bar at the time... both the nobles in the room with the Constable, the king, the Dauphin and d'Orleans are too young to be Bar, either. Though it's easily possible at least one of them is the Duke of Brittany.

Meanwhile, there's lots of mud with the English. And more mud. And rain to make even more mud.

Henry has a pretty white horse. Wonder if it's an Andalusian they got for the filming.

Can't tell if Montjoy is still wearing the Boots, but he has a pretty white cloak now. And I like his hat. All floppy, fluttery bits on what looks a bit like a donut. At least, that's where my brain is going.

And... more rain.

Heh. It takes a good look at the two Henry refers to as brothers in the scene before Agincourt, where he's about to go walking about as a man not himself to fix in my mind who the person with the wrongly-labeled coat of arms next to Exeter was at Southampton. Has to be Bedford. And the other wrongly-labeled one is, of course, York.

I want to cuddle Henry in this scene.

Lots of fluer-de-lis on the various shields of the French.

You're just a little overconfident, d'Albret.

*shivers* Oh, Henry. This is one of my favorite speeches from the play. The Agincourt speech. I'd charge the French after that speech, I think.

Montjoy still has the Boots.

*makes note to look up what d'Orlean's proper arms would be at the time*

Why does the Constable have what looks to be a shield quartered in red and the arms of France? I may be wrong about what's on it, but that's what it looks like.

Don't look so scared, Glouster. You'll be fine. Ok, now they're all looking scared.

Arrows sound scary with that many in the air. Really fucking scary.

Looks like the Dauphin's shield is quartered France and some gold creature on white? Gold head of something on white, rather.

Constable's is quartered France and red.

And d'Orlean's is France with a label.

*whimpers at the bit with the murder of the boys and the baggage train* That part of Agincourt is where I'm going to have trouble with Admit Me, Chorus to This History. Because it's most likely where the oldest boy of Henry's is going to be, a ten year old at the time. He's going to survive, I know, because I don't want his younger brother to be the heir at the time Henry dies in 1422.

.... And here we go again, more adrenaline crash on Henry's part. And keeping going because he must. Though he's probably all but dead on his feet at this point.

Welsh only in that he was born in Monmouth Castle. *shrugs* But it's a nice bit anyway.

I like the lighting on this scene. And how the spotlights are reflected on Exeter's armor. *giggles*

*sings softly*

And more than one corpse of a horse on the battlefield to go with the human corpses.

Montjoy catching a small horde of women before they can accost Henry, hee.

And everyone around the wagon full of dead staring in wonder at Henry bringing one of the bodies. Fun.

I'm perhaps too tired to really appreciate this last bit. However, Glouster looks as bored as I almost feel with this scene.

Henry and Catherine are making me smile. It's cute and light and amusing. Ah, language barriers.

And there they go, like teenagers caught doing something a good deal naughtier than a mere kiss.

And there's the end. Still with the Jacobi love. *sighs happily, and heads for bed*

Date: 2010-11-17 08:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hyarrowen.livejournal.com
Shakespeare was very kind to the French nobles (who were a murderous lot,) and KB even more so; nothing like talking-up the enemy!

But what i love about this second half of the film (obviously) is the whole second conversation that's going on between Henry and Montjoy. Dear boys can barely take their eyes off each others. Or their hands, in that one scene.

It's still the best thing he's ever done IMHO.

Back tomorrow (possibly.)

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