David and I braved the potential snowpocolypse last night and went to the opening night of the film “The Young Victoria“, as I was unwilling to let a few snowflakes deter me from the film that I said I would be lining up to see opening day.
It didn’t disappoint. Sure, there are a few historical inaccuracies and a few details are overromanticized, but it is a movie. On the whole, the largest inaccuracy is probably making the young Victoria more confident and less flighty than a woman of eighteen years of age, particularly one who had spent her first eighteen years of life in relative isolation. I can forgive that detail, because after all, I am sure that Victoria herself would like to be remembered in that better light (Who wouldn’t prefer their eighteen year old versions of themselves to be portrayed in a more confident way?).
This movie combined so many of the things that I love referencing British history, a sweet Victorian romance based on mutual respect, and most importantly, a loyal spaniel companion, Dash. Dash was so beloved, that his epitaph at Windsor reads: “His attachment was without selfishness, His playfulness without malice, His fidelity without deceit. READER, if you would live beloved and die regretted, profit by the example of DASH. ” (Truer words couldn’t be said of a beloved pet.)