The Tudors have invaded television. Everywhere you look, it’s Henry VIII this, Henry VII that, Anne Boleyn this, Anne of Cleves that. On BBC2 is the continuing drama series The Tudors, whose Henry VIII looks like the lead singer in a boy band who’s stumbled on to the wrong film set. At any moment, you expect him to announce the execution of Anne Boleyn with those jabbing-the-air hand gestures that boy-band members use to semaphore emotion.
Lushly soap operatic, The Tudors depicts the royal court not so much as a place of high political intrigue but as a hearth for dynastic family troubles where improbably good-looking people have lots of sex. Racy, pacy, lacy, the show takes a Desperate Housewives’ view of Henry’s household — not entirely off the mark, if you think about it.
There’s also been A Tudor Feast, which served exactly what it promised; The Time Traveller’s Guide to Elizabethan England; Henry VII: Winter King; Henry VIII’s Enforcer (that’s Thomas Cromwell); and The Most Dangerous Man in Tudor England (William Tyndale in a crowded category).
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