It also sounds like an English pub sign!

I saw a commercial for it this evening and noped right the hell out.

They drove a dump truck full of money up to his house! He's not made of stone!

No, Selma, this is lying:

I had a friend who was working on his PhD in theology when that movie came out and he went nuts over that trailer for pretty much that reason — it's all very Gospel of John.

Which is technically correct — the best kind of correct!

I like that this comment allowed me to identify exactly which trailer the OP had linked to. Good old-fashioned nightmare fuel!

The Earl of Oxford didn't even go to the right schools! He stayed at Oxford University for a while when he was eight, and he had honorary degrees from both Oxford and Cambridge which he got for being part of the Queen's entourage. Like most noble children, he was tutored privately and his tutor gave up in frustration…

Queen Elizabeth's son THAT SHE HAD A SON WITH because she was too stupid to keep track of her own bastard offspring, despite the fact that the entire English nobility seemed to consist of them. God, what a stupid movie. And the worst part is that Emmerich didn't even make that theory up!

And Anonymous is a fucking terrible movie. It's as coherent and well-acted as it is historically accurate. The only person who doesn't look chronically constipated is Rafe Spall as Fake Shakespeare.

The A.V. Club
Now who's the filthy sleazebag?

It's also fun to show in freshman comp classes!

The A.V. Club
You'll all get yours in hell, you lying, thieving…blanking blankers

The best kind of correct!

Sir Francis Bacon probably was gay, though! (Although he wasn't an explorer. Francis Drake was the explorer.)

If it makes you feel better, I used to think she was Victor Garber's daughter. Even though they spell and pronounce their names differently!

McCloud!

The first time I heard Benjamin Britten's War Requiem it messed me up for days.

Chimes at Miidnight is my favorite movie. (And the Shrewsbury scene is a fucking nightmare — that shot of everyone writing in the mud has stayed with me for a long time.)

Yeah, the headline immediately made me think of seeing Artemisia Gentileschi's Judith Beheading Holofernes in person. I'd seen pictures of it, but when you're right in front of it you can practically feel the arterial spray.