Sally and I watched The Other Boleyn Girl last night with very high expectations of it being terrible. And it was. Awesomely so. But, that’s not really the point of this post. I’m not gonna get into what a weirdo hypocrite Mary was (seriously, what was up with her wanting absolutely nothing to do with the King and being terrified to have to go to his room and then all he does is say, “Hey, I was a younger sibling also,” and she’s immediately in love with him??) or how creepy and useless their father was, or how Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman’s accents made them sound like they grew up in completely different parts of England even though they were sisters, oh, OR the fact that they used the WORD “sister” about 200,000 times throughout the movie, or the fact that Mary would have taken Elizabeth and raised her, like, wtf was that anyway, or the fact that we’re supposed to believe that Henry was still pining after MARY for years which is so untrue, like, I SAW the first couple of episodes of the Tudors, okay?
I’m not gonna talk about it at all. I do, however, want to bring up a very important subject that was raised in this movie: stalker cam.
