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midnightisquiet · 2 months
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Costume Appreciation
The Three Musketeers (2011)
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kajaono · 5 months
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But i highly respect the movie for giving us Aramis in glasses. More please!
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comtedelafere · 11 months
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So I just read this afternoon that Ray Stevenson has died at the age of 58 (which is absolutely no age, the poor fella, what a shock).
I'm not gonna pretend to know much about his back catalogue of work or say I was an especial fan or anything disingenuous like that, but I do really want to talk for a quick moment about the one role I really know and love him for - Porthos in the 2011 adaptation of The Three Musketeers.
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Now, I know and you know that this version of The Musketeers is massively unpopular for a whole host of reasons - most notably the silly airship storyline (personally, I have such a well-trained suspension of disbelief that I can 100% deal with the airship aspect of it, but I totally get why it's an unpopular addition to the story) - but I will happily die on the hill that it is the closest combination of writing and portrayal of the Core Four yet (sorry, BBC version). Logan Lerman's d'Artagnan was a cheeky 19-year-old rascal who thought he was all that and a bag of chips and didn't care who knew it. Matthew Macfadyen's Athos was sullen and morose (but in a really hot way obvs, cos yknow - Athos) and didn't waste a word of dialogue. Luke Evans' Aramis was quiet, sober, extremely spiritual and didn't go around trying to seduce everything that moved the whole time.
But Ray Stevenson's Porthos? Oh. Oh this was sublime. Up until this adaptation, Porthos had more often than not been played as the comic relief: the large, overweight, affable drunk of no fixed IQ whose prowess at fighting was more down to luck and subtle slapstick than his good judgement. This version of Porthos couldn't have been further away from those portrayals.
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He was a quick-witted, smart, physically powerful and agile fighter, whose hand-to-hand combat skills were so notorious that he never needed to use his sword. My absolute favourite moment that showed this fact so beautifully was at the end of the big fight scene with the Red Guards ("Four against FORTY? And you beat them like a drum?! *snort*!" oh, Louis!) when the Guards were reeling a bit, and trying to decide whether to go another round. At that point, Porthos casually pushed his sword from the scabbard with his thumb by about 2 inches - and that was enough to send the Red Guards running for the hills!! I screamed!! Perfect characterisation!! Porthos to an absolute T!!!!!
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Not only that, but his version of Porthos was an unashamed yet impoverished dandy, a dedicated follower of fashion who took his time to choose exactly the right cut of new clothes in exactly the right colours - while his rich, married lover happily picked up the tab for him. He understood the way the right clothes and the right combination of appearance and demeanour in any given scenario could give him the upper hand, not only in fighting but also in all of his interpersonal relationships and encounters.
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This is the Porthos I had wanted for years. This is the Porthos I cheered and applauded for when I finally saw the version that had lived in my head all those years had finally made it to the screen.
Don't get me wrong, of course the BBC Musketeers owns a huge part of my heart and soul and I love so much about them - but the 2011 Musketeers was so special because for me it was probably the very first time I finally got to see the Musketeers as the book described them, rather than just as the standard accepted carbon copies that had been passed down by Hollywood over the decades, and which bear little to no resemblance to the actual characters in the book. I have no idea if I've actually seen any of Ray's other performances or not, to be honest. Porthos may not be his finest hour onscreen, I really don't know. It may not be the part he's best known for. But if nothing else, Ray finally gave the world a Porthos that Dumas would have recognised.
Despite the fact the film as a whole was received poorly, his portrayal was a genuine gift, and I am privileged to be able to remember him as having given this Musketeer fangirl the abject joy of finally seeing Porthos played as he should have been all along. Not as a large, loud drunk who was just there to be big, strong and funny - but as a highly skilled, intelligent, audacious soldier with a sharp sense of humour and an even sharper dress sense; and who, rather than simply bringing up the rear as The Other Guy or the Big Fella, showed that he was quite possibly the Musketeers' MVP.
Thank you, Ray. Goodnight, and rest well.
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dameaylins · 2 years
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james-vi-stan-blog · 2 months
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OK but while we're talking about Evil George Villiers™, have you all seen and what do think of this extremely goofy interpretation
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amuseoffyre · 1 year
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I was thinking that it’s wild that the 2011 steampunk Three Musketeers film never really took off and that we never got the sequel they had hooked in the final scene. It’s such a shame because it’s fantastically weird and wild and fun with the most brilliant cast.
The Musketeers are 2005 Mr. Darcy, Black Sails’ Blackbeard, Bard from the Hobbit and Percy Jackson. The Queen of France is Keeley from Ted Lasso.
The bad guys are Leelo Dallas, Hannibal (with a sword), Legolas (with an airship), and Colonel Landa from Inglourious Bastards.
Is it the best Musketeers production out there? No. But is it fun? Hell yes. Airships! Steampunk weapons! Brilliant design! A completely historically inaccurate tongue firmly in cheek!
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i-crav3-blo0d · 9 days
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Comte De Rochefort - The Three Musketeers 2011
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laferelady · 10 months
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Milady de Winter - The Three Musketeers adaptations
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eletheacousland · 2 years
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justjams2003 · 1 year
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The captain
Another request :) Also I accidently watched the wrong Three musketeers and only when I started writing/researching did I realise I watched the wrong one. But tbh I liked the rochefort in the 1993 one more. Anyways that’s why its late. Also, I do have a life and I do like to party;)
Pairing: Captain Rochefort x reader
Warnings: Non-con, public sex, dirty talk
Summary: When Captain Rochefort enters the tavern you work at, he seems to take a liking to you.
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The music is loud in your ears. Sweat drips from your forehead, you feel sticky from the heat. Bodies are pressing up against you as the band plays their heart out. The people are loving it, the songs seem to have brought some extra excitement to the tavern where you work.  
Though everything seems to fall quite when a stern pair of boots hit the floor. Everyone looks up and is met with only one eye, he has a scowl to him. The gang of people he’s with don’t look too friendly either.  
He seems to chuckle at the people’s reaction but lifts his hand, “No troubles here, continue as you were.” His voice is rough and seems to run shivers down your spine. He stomps down to the furthest corner in the bar and the music seems to return.  
“Who is he?” You ask the other girls working, you’re new in France and don’t know much about much. “That is Captain Rochefort, the commander of the Cardinal’s troops. The best swordfighter in all of France and the most dangerous man here.” They seem to smirk at you.  
The group seems to mutter under themselves. “Why don’t you serve him?” They ask giggling under each other. You grin back at them, a battle engages. “How dangerous can he be?” You shrug and make your way over to them.
“What can I get you, Captain?” His eyes seem to run you over, a smirk plays on his lips. “A whiskey, for the boys a beer.” His voice can be compared to the slow, smooth burn of a whiskey itself. Like nothing you’ve seen from other boys.  
Though, when you return, his gang seems to be gone and he sits alone, staring at you. “Where’d they go?” You ask, placing their beers on the table and slide the glass over to him. “Enjoy.” You give a smile and turn to leave.  
But Rochefort grabs your wrist and before you know it he’s pulled you into his lap. “Captain, please, this isn’t very appropriate.” You push against him, hoping to return to the bar. “No one cares, jolie fille, I’m the captain.”  
His hands begin to roam your body, groping your bottom and then you can feel his rod rub up against you. “Sir, please let me go,” You beg, you begin kicking his shins, whatever you can find you try to push away.  
“Stop it, jolie fille. You’re making this much harder than it must be.” He groans in your ear, his hands feel like sin on your waist. “No, no.” You mutter, your legs begging to be released. But his fingers dig into you.  
“If you keep fighting me, I’ll fuck you here and now.” That sure does get you to sit still. But it seems that he’s taken a liking to that idea. “Or perhaps I will anyways.” His hands push your skirt to the side, and you can feel his naked dick on your folds.  
“You seem to like that idea, all wet for the captain.” He grinds up against you, his lips attached to your neck. You’re begging that your big skirts are covering the most of this. That and that the people are enjoying themself to notice this man violating you.  
He shoves himself deep inside you, you can feel every vein pulsing in you. You’re tight, you don’t want this. “No, please sir, no!” You gasp out, grabbing on anything to keep your body from shaking from the fear.  
“If you keep screaming like that, the whole tavern will hear you.” He warns, grabbing your neck, restricting your airflow to ensure no more pleas come out of you. He shoves himself into you, repeatedly forcing himself so deep inside you.
His groans are loud in your ear, “You’re so hot and tight. All for me?” He seems to smirk; he’s toying with you. He knows you hate him now. He knows your mind is screaming at you to run. He knows, however, that your body just can’t say no.
You can feel his thrusts growing quicker, sloppier but his groans become more. He pulses into you, you can feel his hot sticky seed flow in and out of you as he rides out his high. Rochefort grabs your neck and pulls your head back.  
His lips attack yours, he’s aggressive and your certain not much discreet anymore. Though, when he’s done, you feel hot and sticky again. “Go, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He kisses your neck and pulls you off him.  
You feel yourself pulsate at the sudden release. You can feel his hot cum flow down your leg. And as you return to the bar you can feel his smirk follow you around.
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hyenisko · 1 year
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Christoph Waltz as Cardinal Richelieu in The Three Musketeers (2011)
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midnightisquiet · 1 month
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Costume Appreciation
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kajaono · 1 year
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Luke Evans only agreed to take part in The Three Musketeere 2011 because they assured him he would be a super slutty priest and run around the whole time with leather trousers and boobs out
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I tend to stay silent for most conversations in social settings, but if you bring up my character crush, I will talk to you like the Energizer Bunny on caffeine and annoy you to the point you wish you never brought them up. *maniacal laugh*
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stgroversfire · 8 months
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since the new musketeers movie has come out (i havent seen it yet tho oops) i'd like to double down on my opinion that logan lerman is the best d'art. for me.
every other d'art is too cool, lerman's d'art is foolish and stubborn and thinks he's entirely too awesome for how much shit he gets into. a true country bumpkin. he is the d'art of my heart
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deepinthelight · 1 year
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The Three Musketeers (2011)
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