Well, that’s it, my secret guilty pleasure viewing of the ‘The Tudors’ has come to an end. The final episode was shown over the weekend. As it ground on it got dafter and dafter, and Henry VIII got Irisher and Irisher, but, the costumes became no less sumptuous. Every week I put up with harrumphs from the historian husband, until I started to watch it when he had retired for the night, because, although the whole thing collapsed under the weight of its own ludicrousness, the costumes were just exquisite:
I absolutely loved them, but I think the headdresses were particularly fine and an interesting re-imagining of what the French hood might have looked like. I loved the men’s costumes as much as the women’s, although the frocks were the real stars of the show:
If only by me, the show will be very sorely missed.