I am in a spectacularly strange mood tonight. I think a bit of it is residual sadness that I didn't get to see Romeo & Juliet and this evening was my last chance (npt that it really was a chance). Apparently one of the cast presented The Globe with one of Shakespeare's sonnets translated into Maori and there's going to be an exhibition of Shakespeare in other languages which does somewhat fascinate me.
ANYWAY
Clearly this was the best moment to catch up on Desperate Romantics.
Can I have just a brief moment of OMG WILLIAM MORRIS!
*takes a deep breath*
And now we're over that how much do you want to shake Rossetti? I mean I see that this is all against his nature and blahblahblah but LIZZIE! And even if he doesn't love her this is so not the way to go and the feeling of impending is almost unberable right now :-(
I loved Fred more than words in this episode, even if he is fake unlike the rest of them. He stood up (almost) to Gabriel and he and Millais made a rather lovely double act (so in my head I've invented this whole thing where Fred actually spends a lot of time with Millais' family and is all cosy and doemstic and yes I am maybe a bit strange).
And Rafe Spall does do haunted and slightly sulky very well.
And there was Mark Heap ♥ with actual lines and greatness (okay so maybe strangeness not greatness but it was Charles Dickens being weird and Mark Heap being great! Much as John Ruskin may be creepy as all get out but I couldn't love Tom Hollander more if I tried *g*)
It's still beautiful and watching those paintings I know (and generally love) emerge from the story is great. And okay so the history is very flawed it's fun and I don't think they're pretending it's accurate and yes. Still loving it.
Still feeling it's all going to end badly though. Which it will.
I'm going to try and find something cheerful to read before I attempt sleep :P