- Let me start out by saying that this week was by far the most taxing on my emotions. Jenna Coleman and Rufus Sewell have a wonderful chemistry and many times I found myself wondering,
oh pretty please“will they kiss?” All their scenes were emotionally charged and so heartbreaking. You see their mutual longing and yet you know that it cannot be. DAMMIT I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO!
- Just to be clear: It’s 3 episodes in and I am way too emotionally invested in Vicbourne.
- Okay, Mr Francatelli, I like you but you are a hairsbreadth away from creeper status.
- A cravatless Lord M. Oh dear God. I might have just swooned.
- Rooks and orchids. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I cried. I MEAN, HE SENT HER ORCHIDS FROM THE HOTHOUSES HE CLOSED AFTER HIS WIFE DIED. HE GREW THEM FOR VICTORIA. I AM NOT OKAY!
- I think both he and the Queen understood that they were not in a position to marry….whatever their inclination. SOBBING FOREVER. The hints of their tragic love paralleling Elizabeth and Dudley. *cue ugly cry.*
- Dear casting directors: I’m so glad you chose a veteran actor like Sewell to play Lord M. Since the writers chose to romanticise Victoria and Melbourne’s relationship, your choice was spot on. Rufus has this presence on camera that is at once commanding and yet always dignified. There’s a subtlety to his performance - the quiet way in which his eyes convey so much more than he actually says that speaks to my ovaries. Yes, my ovaries.
- Surprisingly touching scene between Mrs Jenkins and Miss Skerrett. I like seeing layered characters.
- Conroy takes the money. What a shocker.
- Interesting how Victoria feels that if she can’t have Lord M, she wants to be a virgin Queen and yet Melbourne knows that’s not her destiny.
- Albert. With talk of him peppered throughout the episode, we finally meet him at the end. Honestly? I don’t care for the mustache and his general look is not one that I personally find attractive. However, he’s the love of Victoria’s life, so I’m hoping he grows on me. But here’s the problem though (and I don’t know if the writers took this into account): when you have a man like Sewell portraying Lord M and sharing the same screen with a boy like Albert, it’s hard (at least for me) to not root for the former. But since all we got of Albert this week was 30 seconds, I’m reserving my ultimate judgement.