As many of you know, I am an ardent fan of Tudor history. Ever since watching The Six Wives of Henry VIII as a 13-year-old, I’ve been fascinated by their ascensions, reigns, and the lasting influence their policies exacted on the western world.
For those who may not know, the whole of Europe was ruled by the Roman Catholic Church until Henry VIII broke ties forever with the Pope by declaring himself Supreme Head of the Church in England (translation: Pope wouldn’t grant him a divorce, so he took his toys and went elsewhere). Think on what might have happened had the rift not taken place: the pilgrims who stepped off the boat at Cape Cod might have been Catholics — which could also mean that there quite possibly would have been no pilgrims. Hmmmm. Ripples in a pond…
Anyway, get to the point. I’ve been carving out some time in my evenings to watch Elizabeth R, the highly-acclaimed 1971 BBC miniseries. Featuring Glenda Jackson as Elizabeth, the second daughter of Henry VIII, it traces her reign (the longest of all six Tudor monarchs) from 1558-1603.
I wanted to watch it because of its high praise for being the most historically accurate portrayal ever of the Virgin Queen (classified as such because she chose not to marry, as opposed to choosing to remain chaste, although there is no real proof that she was or wasn’t). After having viewed four of the six 80-minute plays, I must say I am delighted.
Don’t expect the expected. There are no special effects; no epic jousting or fighting scenes, no zooms on the beheadings, no slash and gore. Save a few outdoor shots of people on horses or traveling a country road, the production could easily transfer to a stage without alteration. The tasty parts are in the acting.
Obviously, this is a one-woman show, so Glenda Jackson bakes, takes and eats the cake. She successfully portrays the inner struggle — yet outer victory — of a woman sworn to be a good and benevolent queen, in spite of having been largely abandoned and neglected by her father and the court as a child. (Her mother was Anne Boleyn, and as we all know, that didn’t end well.)
I found myself transfixed during the long scenes of dialogue. This series is definitely not an amalgamation of fluffy, pretentious and unintelligible Britspeak. Rather, it’s a riveting, dramatic history lesson for the British people about their own royal line. Fortunately, thanks to syndication and whatnot, the rest of the world gets to learn, too.
So, fellow Anglophiles, bibliophiles, historiophiles, Tudorphiles, and any other philes — don’t miss this. It’s a stimulating, informative and heartbreaking peek into the world of a woman whose reign inspired a great flourish in the arts, literature, science and foreign relations. It’s available streaming on Netflix, so get bizzy.
On the Rat-O-Meter scale of five cheeses, I give Elizabeth R:
OK. Off to get ready for breakfast with Finkville fiend Meg, then a sleepover with the Js. Vacation = good.
I have this series as well as the Six Wives series on CD and watch them all the time. While I love the Showtime ‘Tudors’ series, I have a hard time reconciling the two. IMHO the Showtime series falls short in many areas, not the least of which is having Henry be only 5’10” tall….. (He was actually around 6’3″, which in those days was eNORmous, and made his presence even more intimidating. JRD is missing that vital piece of equipment and no amount of acting can replace it. Sorry- that’s my take.)
Glenda Jackson was/is the quintissential Elizabeth. Dame Helen Mirren did a decent job, but Glenda captured the vital, tortured woman in a monarch’s body, along with all the colors and subtleties. All my reading about Elizabeth I just points me back to Jackson.
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Apprentice Tudor Scholar
Couldn’t agree more. I love JRD, but he doesn’t persuade as a later Henry. By Kathryn Howard, HVIII was like 300 lbs., sloppy and old. To me, it tears into the believability factor when Henry is still an absolute beefcake hunkity hunk, and Kathryn has no interest in him anymore, but rather falls into the arms of Culpepper, played by a rather icky Torrance Coombs. What the heaven?!?!
The simple fact that the producers of The Tudors (apparently) chose to ignore a puzzle piece this huge — not to mention heavily documented — really chops the series down quite a few pegs for me.
Still, I love it — and my favorite character? Thomas Cromwell! I thought James Frain was brilliant, and hunky in his own way.
I care, boy howdy. Yummy!
Makes my Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon pale in comparison….
Hahaha — well sweet thing, we need some effortless entertainment once in awhile, too. That’s why I watch True Blood!