The Duchess Sells Her Soul For Financial Security
There was not much shooting or dying in this movie, so I got a little bored. But there were beatings and rape aplenty for women who spoke out of turn, making it almost worthwhile to watch. Ralph Fiennes, known best (by me, anyway) for being an egotistical Jew-hater in Schindler's List, once again embraces general hatred, only this time directed toward women, politicians, life, and pretty much everything, making him by far the best part of the movie.
Other than Ralph Fiennes, the movie serves as a bland reminder that nothing has changed since 1774, in that people are still trapped in loveless marriages, men are philanderers, women are whores and still get drunk and set their hair on fire. Illegitimate children abound, and your best friend is sleeping with your husband. The only difference was back then, marrying for money wasn't frowned upon, it was the standard. If it weren't for the poofy dresses and crazy wigs, I would have thought I was watching a documentary of the Average American.
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