I thought Dalton was John?
Embarrassed to confess that I've never seen it and don't know who he was.
In my head, he is and will always be Mr. Rochester to Zelah Clarke's Jane. Brooding and snarky and deeply damaged and terribly, wretchedly hot. I know he's done other stuff before and since, but he's as thoroughly Rochester as Colin Firth is Darcy--I see his face, I hardly even think of the actor's name, it's just "Oh, Mr. Rochester is in a James Bond movie" or "Huh, Mr. Darcy's in a movie with Emma Thompson."
eta: 10K wouldn't solve all our money woes, but it would help a hell of a lot, and a fake 10K would lead to tears and recriminations at best, but more likely me choking the ever-lovin' shit out of someone in a blind unstoppable rage.
God, $10K would make me weep with joy right now. Hell, $5K would.
Oh, JZ, you must see Lion in Winter!!! It's all so much excellent acting (Dalton as the weasel John, Anthony Hopkins as the scheming and closeted Richard, I forget who but someone really hot as their forgotten brother Geoffrey, O'Toole as the aging horndog Henry II, and Kate Hepburn as the magnificent Eleanor), wrapped up in the most overwrought familial soap opera in history.
No one can ever say that the Plantagenets did anything small.
Doesn't Dalton play King Philip of France?
Some people just have a cruel sense of humor, I guess. I mean, what's the point (what's supposed to be funny) about a prank that causes extreme emotional distress to someone?
Dalton is the King of France; it's Nigel Terry (better known as Arthur in "Excalibur", and an antagonist in a NuWho episode) who is the weasel-John. "My God, if I went up in flames there's not a living soul who'd pee on me to put the fire out!"
And Hopkins' Richard responds, "Let's strike a flint and see."
I *worship* that "Lion in Winter". The most effective use of words as weapons in the English language, in my experience.
"I wonder...do you wonder...if I ever slept...with your father," ponders Eleanor to her husband Henry.
"I even made poor Louis take me on Crusade. How's that for blasphemy. I dressed my maids as Amazons and rode bare-breasted halfway to Damascus. Louis had a seizure and I damn near died of windburn... but the troops were dazzled."
I could go on and on. (Ask Jilli; I have gone on and on...for decades.)
I absolutely hate the fact that we have credit card debt. I feel financially paralyzed because of the amount we spend on retiring that debt. However, it we had the exact same amount of debt on a car loan, I'd feel like we were fine. The exact same amount added to our mortgage principal and I'd feel like we were very financially smart. It's all debt though and currently the interest is less than a car loan, though more than the mortgage. It's not so much the amount as the type of debt that bothers me about it.
