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fyeah-olivia-colman · 27 days
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Benedict Cumberbatch and Olivia Colman are set to feud in Jay Roach’s remake of The War of the Roses.
The synopsis for the film reads, “Life seems easy for picture-perfect couple Theo (CUMBERBATCH) and Ivy (COLMAN): successful careers, great kids, an enviable sex life. But underneath the façade of the perfect family is a tinderbox of competition and resentments that’s ignited when Theo’s professional dreams come crashing down. Marital bliss erupts into a hilariously ferocious battle of wills in this dark comedy about love, power, and the lengths we’ll go to win.”
The film is shooting in the United Kingdom.
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elennemigo · 24 days
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★ Letters Live at the Royal Albert Hall. (my set)
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Benedict reads one of Alexei Navalny's final letters.
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★ The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar won an Oscar for Best Live Action Film. (my set)
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Benedict on set, filming The Thing with Feathers.
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★ Benedict participated of the Next on Netflix UK event, showcasing all the new releases on the streaming platform.
★ The Hollywood Reporter article about Netflix´s Eric, with Benedict comments about working in this new series.
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★ Stills, poster and the date of release for Netflix´s Eric were revealed.
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★ Benedict and Olivia Colman, reportedly, would star in The Roses, a remake of 1989´s dark comedy The War of the Roses. Jay Roach is attached to direct.
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Update April 1st:
This news has been shared by major accounts like Deadline - The Hollywood Reporter - Variety .
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thelostsmiles · 24 days
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Benedict Cumberbatch and Olivia Colman to Star in "‘The Roses", directed by Jay Roach 
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Life seems easy for picture-perfect couple Theo (Cumberbatch) and Ivy (Colman): successful careers, great kids, an enviable sex life. But underneath the façade of the perfect family is a tinderbox of competition and resentments that’s ignited when Theo’s professional dreams come crashing down.
“The Roses is a wildly funny, bigger than life, and yet deeply human story,” said Searchlight President Matthew Greenfield. “With Jay at the helm, and Benedict and Olivia and Tony, we have a dream team bringing it to life.”
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“We are thrilled to be working on this very special film with such an incredible team,” stated SunnyMarch’s Ackland. “We have been long admirers of Jay’s work and his vision and passion to tell this story is incredibly inspiring.”
Shared South of the River’s Colman and Sinclair, “We have been cooking this up with our friends at SunnyMarch for some time, and it has been an absolute thrill to see it spring into life under Jay’s passionate and thoughtful guidance. He and Tony are a match made in cinematic comedy heaven.”
Cumberbatch is producing under his SunnyMarch banner with the company’s Leah Clarke and Adam Ackland. Colman will produce under Her South of the River banner with partners Ed Sinclair and Tom Carver.
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boleynecklace · 3 months
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Singing, dancing, and music surrounded this lady princess in her youth. She herself learned to dance, to play instruments, and to love the music of the 13 minstrels retained by Edward IV for entertaining at court festivals. The minstrels' trumpets,shawms,small pipes, and strings added a professional component to her early musical education and became a vital, ever-present part of Elizabeth of York's life. As queen, Elizabeth retained her own minstrels quite separate from those of Henry VII⎯and rewarded them generously. Her own children played the lute, virginal, clavichord, and organ, while she herself played the clavichord (and perhaps other instruments). Her son Henry VIII became renowned for his singing, dancing, and composing. ⎺ Elizabeth of York (Queenship and Power), Arlene Okerlund
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saintsenara · 1 year
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sirius black/severus snape explicit read from the beginning here masterpost | author's notes | moodboard
chapter one: enif
there is blood under the fingernail of his thumb, from constantly worrying a scab. there is blood on the kitchen floor, where kreacher has failed to clean up the viscera of a dead mouse. there is a crystal vial of blood - black blood, pure and congealing - in the drawing room, set with a magnificent opal. there is blood in his mouth as he bites down on his dry, splitting lip as he walks past his mother’s portrait, because if he gives in to the urge to scream at her then he will never stop.
how funny, then, that a day with so much blood in it should be the day on which he does not die.
a butterfly flaps its wings, a potions master gets punched in the face, and sirius black does not go to the department of mysteries.
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katharinepar · 1 year
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edward & elizabeth in britain’s bloody crown.
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rambleonwithrosie · 3 months
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The Lancastrian casting did NOT have to go this hard in the Hollow Crown... Like excuse me who said they could make ALL the Henrys hotties?
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Like y'all I was already pro-Lancaster I didn't need this kinda propaganda to seduce- I mean induce me
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little-desi-historian · 9 months
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Favourite Tudor Lad...
Tudor week 2023.
Brought to you by @dailytudors! 🌹
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Q: favourite male Tudor family member?
A: Henry VII of England. He won the war of the roses (with his mothers and many other women’s help). He established the Tudor line and very clearly loved his wife Elizabeth of York immensely. I definitely recommend reading up on him and the legacy of the war of the roses, also, credit where credit is due, Elizabeth of York and Lady Margaret were absolutely badass women.
A mothers war: the musical. Spotify link.
Henry VII: biography.
The War of the Roses.
The War of the Roses in 10 minutes.
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thenhc · 10 months
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you, a chump: the simpsons isn't as good as it was in the 90s
me, a film critic: 80s simpsons isn’t as good as life in hell
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oaken-dick · 2 years
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child king
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countrymusiclover · 1 year
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Anyone who has watched The White Queen/Princess series I am considering to write a book x reader for it. If anyone is interested let me know and I will post it once I possibly start writing it ❤️
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nellarw95 · 2 months
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Happy Birthday Sean 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉
February 25,1971
Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉
25 Febbraio 1971
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lonelyqueenofhearts · 2 years
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𝘾𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀𝙄 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 & 𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙕𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙃 𝙒𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙑𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀/ 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝘼𝙉𝙅𝙊𝙐
ᴀꜱᴏɪᴀꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏/?
𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙸 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 & 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙷 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚅𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴
Known for their beauty (blonde hair, fair skin, enthrancing eyes)
Queen consort to a king who won his throne in battle (Robert/Edward IV).
Favoured the presence of their family at court and their increasing power.
Close to their brothers (Cersei waaay more than Elizabeth but you know).
Loathed but many people, even at court.
Their husbands were drunks and unfaithful to them.
Their children were declared (or accused of) being bastards.
Said to be cold and power seekers.
𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙸 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 & MARGARET OF ANJOU
Known for their shrewd political mind.
Wives to incompetent kings in an arranged marriage.
Cersei's children and Margaret's son were said to be bastards fruit of adultery.
Their sons (Joffrey/Edward) were (or were rumored to be) psychopaths.
Had those who questioned their children's claim killed and put their heads on a spike.
Started a war in defense of their children's claims.
Reputation of being ambituous and ruthless
Were willing to marry their sons to the daughters of old foes (Warwick, Tyrell)
Their sons died before them.
Their allegiance was to House Lannister/Lancaster.
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boleynecklace · 5 months
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saintsenara · 5 months
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the war of the roses - a snippet
sirius black/severus snape explicit
here's a wee look at the next chapter of the war of the roses - and its musing on relief, reality, and luck.
and blood, obviously. that seems to be a theme...
He wants to run around - to race up and down the stairs in a constant loop, to do anything other than sit still and feel mingled fear and relief pumping round his body, like it’s formed in his bone marrow and leaked out into his blood.
Harry is safe, rattles his left ventricle.
A dozen Death Eaters were waiting to slaughter him, is the rejoinder from the right.
Harry is safe -
For now.
Harry is safe -
Until next time.
Harry is safe.
Dumbledore is bringing him to Grimmauld Place and Harry is safe.
It doesn’t occur to him to remember that Snape was also there - the crags and peaks of his face made all the starker by the opalescent sheen of Dumbledore’s Patronus - when the message came until Snape is already gone, has already slunk back into the shadows of the outside world.
Fucking cunt, Sirius thinks to himself. He’s probably furious that Harry isn’t dead.
Easier that - the old dance, the old hatred. Easier to think about Snape chuckling malevolently over Harry’s corpse - the way he probably did for James, he’d fucking hated James - than to interrogate the sudden longing, prickling unwelcomely over the gooseflesh of his skin, sticky and grimy with humidity and panic, to grab Snape by his skinny (skinny but surprisingly strong, as he’d discovered when they were rolling around tearing at each other) upper arms and use him as an anchor. He could ground himself, he thinks, with the scrub of cheap wool under the palms of his hands, with the painful familiarity of that horrible nose. He could reassure himself that this was all real by the heat emanating from Snape’s body.
He touches his finger to his lip, wincing as he finds it split and swollen. Blood clings to the whorls of his fingertip when he draws it away.
Snape gave him this injury. Snape jabbed at him with sharp knuckles forged in a Muggle slum and made him bleed, and then Snape scarpered the second he heard Harry was okay.
Cunt.
Which means it’s real.
When he was eighteen - strutting around, all cocksure and floppy-haired, in the body of a boy who no longer exists - he’d never have understood that the relief of knowing - of totally and incontrovertibly knowing - that someone isn’t dead - that, for once, one of the Order’s rag-tag missions, held together by nothing more than piss and vinegar, hasn’t ended with someone being lowered into the ground, hollow and tiny in their linen shroud - would be so exhausting. He would have expected to want to celebrate - to open champagne and scream fuck you at the top of his lungs, on the off-chance that it could penetrate the solidity of Number Twelve and race along the wind until Lord Voldemort could hear it - not to collapse, to fall in upon himself like a dying star and want nothing more than to curl up and sob.
He would never have imagined that the roar of the Floo - depositing Dumbledore, grave and jewel-toned and immaculate, and Harry, covered in ash and sand, shell-shocked and fucking fifteen, in the kitchen - would make him long, for one intangible second, to be a child again, and to not know what was coming, and the emerald whoosh! to be his mother getting home to bollock him about something or other, while Reg stood behind her smirking and mouthing you’re a prick, and James lurked out of sight in the mirror in his breast pocket, and he could feel him giggling vibrating against his heart.
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