Being a woman, I have to comment on a few additional things: the fashion and the fighting femme. I thought they were going to be brave filmmakers and semi-accurately dress the female main character as an appropriately clad married gentlewoman when she had her hair entirely covered in that first hall scene, but alas, they couldn't bring themselves to trade appeal for accuracy. An eyeblink later, she's running around with her hair flying about, maidenly and silkily clean in an era before shampoo, during an absolutely terrifying crisis in front of a dozen armed men she just met and pervy King John on the other team of barbarians. Not even a braid to keep it from being grabbed by all and sundry during the fight while she's valiantly wielding a mace that looks like it would weigh at least 10 lbs if made with era appropriate materials, so dang, she got the stamina of the veteran Templar knight twice her size in that lovely slender frame. She also crazy af for going out there in a gown (albeit with a cool off the shoulder ensemble complete with a rivets on the bodice...wow, must be just as good of protection as Marshall's hauberk!) There are several more fashion sins, but I will get on to the next point about she of the luxurious swinging locks: wow, what a warrior woman. Like my goodness, people are getting split in half and there's our feminist icon right there in the thick as if she's been training with the young squire in the muddy yard every day. Honestly, everything about this lady was nowhere near how a woman of that time conducted herself, and I do hope people kniw that. She initiates conversation with Marshall, who is wearing the insignia of a highly respected holy order. Tends to his wound personally, giving him sass, when there are males to do the bandaging. She seeks him out alone, as if privacy was an actual thing. The whole picking up his sword thing...I snorted my drink so hard right there, it came out my nose. I was wondering if she was going to put a Scarlet Letter on her chest and get it over with, or dump some anachronistic gasoline on her reputation and flick a lighter...and don't get me started on what happened in that barn. I'm all for modern ideas of equality, but they look ridiculous in medieval England. The gender customs of that time weren't just stuffy misogyny. There were no paternity tests nor were SA evidence kits a thing. Reputation was absolutely necessary to one's credibility and safety. Boundaries of class, gender, status, and wealth were things the smart person of the time didn't cross.
Being a woman, I have to comment on a few additional things: the fashion and the fighting femme. I thought they were going to be brave filmmakers and semi-accurately dress the female main character as an appropriately clad married gentlewoman when she had her hair entirely covered in that first hall scene, but alas, they couldn't bring themselves to trade appeal for accuracy. An eyeblink later, she's running around with her hair flying about, maidenly and silkily clean in an era before shampoo, during an absolutely terrifying crisis in front of a dozen armed men she just met and pervy King John on the other team of barbarians. Not even a braid to keep it from being grabbed by all and sundry during the fight while she's valiantly wielding a mace that looks like it would weigh at least 10 lbs if made with era appropriate materials, so dang, she got the stamina of the veteran Templar knight twice her size in that lovely slender frame. She also crazy af for going out there in a gown (albeit with a cool off the shoulder ensemble complete with a rivets on the bodice...wow, must be just as good of protection as Marshall's hauberk!) There are several more fashion sins, but I will get on to the next point about she of the luxurious swinging locks: wow, what a warrior woman. Like my goodness, people are getting split in half and there's our feminist icon right there in the thick as if she's been training with the young squire in the muddy yard every day. Honestly, everything about this lady was nowhere near how a woman of that time conducted herself, and I do hope people kniw that. She initiates conversation with Marshall, who is wearing the insignia of a highly respected holy order. Tends to his wound personally, giving him sass, when there are males to do the bandaging. She seeks him out alone, as if privacy was an actual thing. The whole picking up his sword thing...I snorted my drink so hard right there, it came out my nose. I was wondering if she was going to put a Scarlet Letter on her chest and get it over with, or dump some anachronistic gasoline on her reputation and flick a lighter...and don't get me started on what happened in that barn. I'm all for modern ideas of equality, but they look ridiculous in medieval England. The gender customs of that time weren't just stuffy misogyny. There were no paternity tests nor were SA evidence kits a thing. Reputation was absolutely necessary to one's credibility and safety. Boundaries of class, gender, status, and wealth were things the smart person of the time didn't cross.
Very good points made, thanks for sharing. 👍
Is the sword the Templar uses a real sword or is it just a Hollywood amalgamation of several different pieces?
It was made just for the movie. 👍
@@SARHistories 😔 damn