Curse you, Rufus.
Let me be very clear here: this is NOT a movie that stands up to a second viewing. At all. The historical inaccuracies are absolutely glaring (and why, why, why do they have to have TWO lovingly-lingered-over reiterations of that blasted bit of Donne? HOW STUPID do they think their audience IS?)
Oh, wait.
Really stupid.
Never mind the Irish/Cornish thing, or the... well, the whole mess, and Marke's velvet outfit, and Isolde's heart-shaped earrings that look like they were bought in India Bazaar, or the fact that Castle Dore is on the wrong side of Cornwall, or that James Franco is JUST WRONG.
And this time, despite (or perhaps because of) Sewell's beaux yeux, I could see a visible wince there in some of the nastier bits of, er, well, we'll call it dialogue.
And the tunnel. How moronic is that? You didn't NOTICE there was a big-ass tunnel in bottom of your BRAND NEW CASTLE?
