Yes, yes, I know -- spidermanspidermanspidermanspiderman. I'll get to it. But my favorite movies of the week, as usual, are the small ones. Let's start with Amma Asante's Belle, a Jane Austen-ish film based on a true story.
Kim the Third might seem, with his Falstaffian girth, more a figure of humor than a figure to be feared. Appearances have proven deceiving. He has quickly demonstrated that, like his grandfather, he will act decisively and ruthlessly to maintain his perch.
In busy spells -- which in the Broadway arena typically include the two weeks before Thanksgiving and the month before the various award deadlines in the spring -- it is not uncommon for critics and award nominators to find themselves at five or six a week. Eighteen in 16, though, is overdoing it.
I decided to funnel my violent energies toward what may be a more uplifting bottomless pit of indulgence. Namely my new obsession: actor Aneurin Barnard, who plays Richard III in the Starz Miniseries. The White Queen.
It doesn't really matter who an American is descended from. We're all mixed breed yokels anyhow. But breeding matters to the English. They have aristocrats. A family of note is no less notable 500 years after it ceased to matter. No sir.
If you know any literary account of Richard III's death in the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485, you almost certainly know Shakespeare's. But the examination of Richard III's recently discovered body is lending credence to another poet's account. Guto'r Glyn, a Welsh poet of Richard III's era.