So, as usual, I’m late to the party, and just finished watching the first season of The Tudors on DVD, as the third season prepares to start on Showtime in April. The show is entertaining enough if you like period dramas and aren’t married to the concept of historical accuracy. My knowledge of European history is admittedly pretty poor, but even I can tell that The Tudors plays fast and loose with actually facts in favor of creating dramatic television. But I don’t want to talk about the credibility of the show. I want to talk about what must have happened in star Jonathan Rhys Meyers’ past that makes him look permanently ready to rape someone.
Meyers stars as King Henry VIII, when he young and fit and apparently, a bit of a nymphomaniac. And no matter what he’s doing, whether it’s meeting with his court, seducing various ladies, or attempting to divorce his wife, he has a permanent rapeface on. Just look at the posters advertising the upcoming season (see above) and tell me that doesn’t look like a man who will sexually violate you the moment you aren’t paying attention. He’s sitting on a throne of naked people for christ’s sake!
Meyers’ performance isn’t bad, but the overly smoldering, angry sensuality he oozes in every scene can be a bit disturbing. And perhaps most disturbing of all is the fact that I still manage to find him attractive, which probably says things about me that I don’t even want to think about.