When we first met you couldn’t even knot your tie straight. You’d never tried an oyster. Been to the theatre. Read Woolf or Wilde. I did that. It’s what you do for someone when you believe in them.
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Scribbled with a pencil from Ikea without looking away from the screen. Enjoy, those who are brave enough.
- Flaming heterosexual, Richard is
- Hamlet, Fleur Delacour and PUREFOY are there!
- All those people wear such fancy headgears, but Richard takes the crown in this department, pardon the pun
- Stop it, Sir Patrick Stewart, no one believes you are that old
- Purefoy, you look surprisingly good in chainmail hood and are stealing scenes with your growling. Also, nice antlers
- The sceptre throwing scene looked a bit as if Richard was Sailor Moon
- Richard’s manner of sitting is hilariously at the other end of scale compared to Hiddleston’s Loki
- Cute blue boy, you are the next generation of British cheekbones
- Watch sassy gay Richard redecorate his uncle’s crib
- Seriously, the court is like the Ministry of Silly Head Scarves
- “And you’ve been eating my porridge! And you’ve been sleeping in my bed!” Bolingbroke tells two Goldilocks kneeling before him and weeping for their lives. And then he orders them beheaded
- Great aerial shot of the beach!
- Richard is hilariously heartbreaking, prancing on that beach. The levels of gay are rapidly approaching those of ‘Sherlock’
- DON’T try to emulate Cillian Murphy, sweet blue boy
- Can I again highlight how HETEROSEXUAL is Richard’s crown?
- This castle is beautiful, Richard’s armour glamorous and he’s wearing a golden egg on his head
- I look forward to equally loving close-ups of Tom Hiddleston’s facial hair
- Gardener Filch! With Fleur Delacour in the same scene, this is swiftly approaching parody grounds
- Priest of dubious ethnic probability for that time, you are acting really well
- Screw you, scrawny beard guy whom I know from somewhere, I don’t like you
- Richard, my baby, my beautiful flamboyant baby
- The scribe in the background is like “Christ, not again”
- That crown was hovering over there. It’s one freaky crown, I knew it
- I caught that quick moment when Richard wasn’t able to form a sentence upon seeing his pretty face in the mirror
- Northumberland (AKA scrawny beard guy), you bastard. Shakespeare, you genius
- HOLY MOTHER OF FLOATING CROWN
- York is clearly that parent who insists on reading his kid’s texts and emails
- I am convinced that Richard pardoned blue boy solely because he was terrified his mother would actually stay there kneeling and wailing in the middle of the throne room during court meetings and such
- I shall research wacky coins with happy dancing skeletons for further notice
- The queen has the flamboyant crown! Will she throw it into the ocean to the tune of Celine Dion’s song?
- Where is Richard supposed to be held? In an oubliette? In Tower?
- No, it’s a cavern. There are no caverns in Tower! I’ve been there! I’m confused
- Yeah right, three men with crossbows to kill one, scrawny man in a cave (with a box of scraps!)
- Ooooh, I knew that the painting was a foreshadowing!
- The British sure have a twisted understanding of housewarming gifts
- Blue boy, you look pretty dragging a coffin
- But still, you’re a bag of dicks
- I’m glad they’ll change the crown for the next plays. I cannot focus on anything going on in a scene when it’s visible in the shot