All Was Not Well In Denmark

It's eight o'clock at night, and I have forgotten to post the blog this morning and now I am sitting at my computer after leaving the last few moments of a Danish film about Queen Caroline and her mad husband in the eighteenth century.  Somehow I had read that it ended happily when the queen and her lover poisoned her stark raving mad husband the king, but, no, as the film unrolled she and her lover were in fact tricked and lied to and cornered and the end of the film was very, very unhappy, and so I left the room as my husband murmured "wimp!."  All too true.  And I am devastated.  And it is just a film even if true to history.  Where is my critical distance?  What does it matter this love affair?  I want tap dancing, disco, smiles and laughter.  Ah, poor Caroline, poor Dr. Struensee, and those sad children.