A very young Rumpole of the Bailey (Leo McKern) in the first few seconds make me already glad to have finally got round to watching this.
The Tudors is a subject close to my heart- never having learned about Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn and the beheadings at school.
Years later, when as a primary school teacher, I had the topic for the history curriculum, I was as thrilled as the kids to discover all the rule-changing, brown-nosing and backstabbing they all got up to.
To support their learning we took them to London to Shakespeare's Globe Theatre where they got a guided tour then an hour long drama seminar with Shakespearean actors.
Following this we spent the rest of the day and all night on a fully accurate replica of Sir Francis Drake's ship, The Golden Hinde.
The captain, cabin boy and barber-surgeon joined us for tales of horrific injuries, grotesque medical treatments and just how many things onboard (and off) could kill you.
The huge, thick oak beams that ran across the ship, supporting the upper decking were so incredibly solid that the captain issued a to-the-point-like-a-bullet warning,
"Listen ye scurvy dogs and listen well, these thick wooden beams are what? You there! The disgusting one. What are these beams?
"Very hard."
"Indeed they are very hard. So hard in fact that if you, when going up or down deck, bang your head not only will you really know about it, but I and the rest of the crew will laugh at what an idiot you are to have forgotten the most basic rule: don't smash you own brains in.
Yes! Laugh. I promise you, the first '*bump.... waaaah!' I hear I will be laughing like a drunken pirate."
It took about 7 minutes before the inevitable, "*bump.....Waaaahhhh!".
It took the captain and crew no longer than the "... Wa" part of the unfortunate child's pained eruption to begin laughing uproariously, as if the actors under the costume were genuinely enjoying the embarrassment and pain (these things wouldn't have moved for Thanos with full gauntlet) of an 11 year old girl.
I did wonder a little at this attitude from people paid to edutain children.
There was nothing inappropriate happening from a Child Protection sort of way, nothing at all like that.
I just wondered why they made such a show of laughing at the poor sod with a Tom & Jerry-esque purple bump and poorly concealed tears.
The next morning (after "sleeping" on deck with 45 over excited kids, many of whom had never stayed away from home before), I asked one of the actors about the brain damage hilarity.
His explanation made me think;
"These decks are very low. They're only about 3 1/2 feet high, even the shortest of the kids that come here are taller than that.
Someone is going to bang their head.
It is inevitable. It always, always, always happens.
We've spent years trying to find the best way to stop the kids getting hurt (they aren't child-haters after all!) but it's so difficult.
No matter how many times you tell them to bend down a lot when crawling, crablike along the tiny gundeck, and no matter how many times they groan "Yeah, Yeah, we get it." - someone always forgets and we have "*bump ... Waaaahhh!!".
This technique we use now sees the humiliation of being laughed at, act as more of an important and immediate deterrent than smashing your head in. Kids eh?"
So you can see why I'm fond of the period and the politics.
Years later I read the Shardlake series of novels by C J Sansom based on a hunchback lawyer loving and working in and around the court of Henry VIII.
So to say that I'm looking forward to how Richard Rich is portrayed (by a very young looking John Hurt) as well as all the other plotting, greedy, ambitious characters, is something of an understatement.
It's actually pretty slow going for the first half bit things begin to pick up steak once we hit the final third, with Cromwell's devious scheme to shaft Thomas Moore over his opinions dangerously contradicting the omnipotent monarch Henry.
However once Thomas starts digging his heels in and responding to every brainwashed, sycophantic jibe from Cromwell, Norfolk and the Cardinal with smarmy comebacks that are guaranteed to get under the skin of your interrogators, I rapidly lost sympathy for him.
It's all well and good having the courage of your convictions but pick your battles eh? 'Red or white wine? Never! I'll die before I drink the red!'
When it comes down to you (and possibly your family) losing a significant body part, hanging or even burning at the stake - don't be a dick. Sign the form. Just do it with your fingers crossed - your God will know you don't really mean it so it'll be fine.
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