Tess dragged me along to watch this massive pile of shit. Its sole purpose was to show off lovely houses, clothes, wigs, etc. from the eighteenth century. There was little plot, and what there was was tedious and instantly forgettable. Don’t bother going to see this, even if you have a vagina.
Fisting?
lol, if only, then it may have piqued my interest. When they had some 18th century dancing bits I was longing for an Armstrong & Miller type banter, such as..
Duchess: “Ooh, Mr Gray, I do so hope that you will be availing me of your turgid member this fine eve.”
Gray: “Why yes Duchess, I shall be stoutly taking you up the shitter and no mistake.”