Edmund was way hot, as he should be, and gave the impression of being a modern man parachuted into the middle ages: 'Thou nature art my goddess, and to thy law my services are bound. Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom?' Lear was like a skinny and less sane version of Klaus Kinski (ah, I see I am not the only one to make this comparison)
Anyway, the cinema was very air-conditioned. When the guy said 'Poor Tom's A Cold', I felt like shouting 'So's mine!'
I took my daughter along, and we bumped into her English teacher going in - way to make a good impression.
