And I watched the theatrical version of The Other Boleyn Girl, with Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman as Mary and Anne Boleyn. It was pretty to look at, but I've come to the conclusion that this particular story can't be satisfactorily condensed into two hours. Henry was given no rational motivation for either falling in love with, or suddenly out of (before the coronation in this version) with Anne. There was no sense that he was the king, or even that he had a personality. I'm glad I saw it, but won't feel the need to see it again.
And just in case you didn't know already, our sunrises are every bit as pretty as our sunsets.
See? Told ya so.