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Thursday, December 27, 2007

charles brandon is sexy

Love is merely a deception to fool us humble mortals

This one might be a little long (:

It's been a week since i've gotten back, and my post-Japan enamour has ceased somewhat. Apologies for not updating immediately, as usual i've got my lazy string of excuses. First and foremost, i couldn't load the photos from my camera into the pc, some problem with the USB cable, and i thought photos would compliment a post quite prettily. Also, i've been rather preoccupied with The Tudors, a period drama on the scandals and shenanigans going on in the court of King Henry VIII. Although the lead role is played, ill-fittingly so, by Jonathan Rhys Meyers, the ten-part mini-series remains incredibly addictive.

Especially since i've fallen in love with Henry Cavill, who plays Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, childhood best friend and official confidante of the king. And if you happen to wonder, then yes, he is another Chuck Bass sort. Gorgeous, bad boy, total player (as much as you can be in Tudor times, that is), absolute ladies man.

Seriously right, he's the new, absolute sex. And its not so much his looks, which is nothing short of the tall, dark, handsome mould, but his behaviour, his character, his trademark smirk. Henry Cavill is really in his element as Charles Brandon, i'm head over heels. You can have Chuck Bass for all i care, Charles Brandon is so much more the man than he is. And the part where he told Princess Margaret he married her for love, and she tearfully replied that he could love for a year, a month, a day, or perhaps even an hour, and he would love perfectly, but only for that time. My heart just broke for her. && and the part where he tries to convince the French queen to sleep with him to take revenge on King Francis. He just went "Go to bed with me.", in an oh-so-casual matter-of-fact manner, with an utter disregard of the consequences. God, i love a bad boy.

I think Charles Brandon and Princess Margaret (former Queen of Portugal, until he inspired her to murder the king), are perfect together. Both are gorgeous, you can't deny. And they started out with that taunting-love/hate-with-an-undercurrent-of-sexual-desire thing, (think Marissa-Volchok in their early stages before the drugs & booze) if that isn't captivating, then you don't understand the definition of the word.

The Princess Margaret Tudor, absolute stunning.

This onslaught of obsessions with all things period begin in early December when i first laid hands on Marie Antoinette, which has risen in ranks to become one of my favourite films, despite the sparse dialogue and long silences. Another factor of period dramas/ films i find highly attractive is the costumes, which never, ever fail to blow me away. And if i were to continue waxing lyrical about Marie Antoinette, you would be bored to tears. Though it is a story of an Austrain princess becoming a queen of France, it is also a blatant showcase of an extravagant lifestyle dedicated to the pursuit of indulgence. Sofia Coppola works her magic once again, with a flawless soundtrack and hidden pop culture icons. Blink, and you'll miss it. P.S. Jamie Dornan is sexy (:

The photos say everything:

Anyway, at the airport before taking off, Mummy gave me five minutes in Times where i insisted on buying a book. The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory stood out, firstly because Natalie Portman was recently featured on the cover of Teen Vogue, and the novel used the movie shot as its title cover.

Can i just say that its one of the best damn books i've ever read, i was simply glued to the novel. It's also the best companion one could hope to have on all those plane rides (four in all, Singapore-Shanghai, Shanghai-Osaka, Tokyo-Shanghai, Shanghai-Singapore). I went from totally rooting for Anne Boleyn at the start, i love her character, to feeling shocked at her absolute ruthlessness and cruelty the moment she ascended the throne. I love George Boleyn though, Philippa Gregory wrote him perfectly. Which leads to how i am just dying for the movie to come out, sometime in February next year. The casting is flawless, Natalie Portman is one of the few actresses today purely dedicated to her art, Scarlett Johansson i detest, but she takes the role of Mary Boleyn, supremely bland so i don't care. Last but not least, Eric Bana as Henry VIII, an assignment i trust with all my heart because he did Prince Hector of Troy so much justice.