It’s official: Splashy-looking British period drama Breathless is set to premiere on Masterpiece this summer.
The drama follows the lives of a group of doctors and nurses in a 1960s London hospital, a world in which everything and everyone has their place. But underneath this veneer simmers a cauldron of lies, deceptions and guilty secrets, driven by love, ambition and sex. To be honest, it sounds (and even looks!) a bit like a medical drama version of AMC’s critical darling Mad Men.
The series stars Jack Davenport – an actor whom many of you will recognize from his roles in Smash and the Pirates of the Carribean films and, is, let’s face it a worthy heir apparent to Gregory Fitoussi’s title of Reigning Masterpiece Dreamboat. He plays Otto Power, a brilliant and charismatic surgeon who passionately believes he can make a difference in women’s lives, and is willing to risk everything for those beliefs.
Davenport will be joined by Downton Abbey alums Iain Glen and Zoe Boyle (who played Sir Richard Carlisle and the ill-fated Lavinia Swire, respectively), as well as Mistresses’ Natasha Little, Gavin and Stacey’s Joanna Paige, The Tudors’ Catherine Steadman, Green Wing’s Oliver Chris and more.
Starz’s new 16 episode drama series Outlander will premiere on Saturday August 9th at 9/8c, the network announced today. In addition, Starz has released the key art for the series (see below) which is based on the novels by Diana Gabaldon and was developed for television by Battlestar Galactica‘s Ron Moore.
Outlander spans the genres of romance, science fiction, history, and adventure in one grandiose tale. It follows the story of Claire Randall (Caitriona Balfe), a married combat nurse from 1945 who is mysteriously swept back in time to 1743, where she is immediately thrown into an unknown world where her life is threatened. When she is forced to marry Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan), a chivalrous and romantic young Scottish warrior, a passionate affair is ignited that tears Claire’s heart between two vastly different men in two irreconcilable lives. Tobias Menzes, Graham McTavish, Gary Lewis, Duncan Lacroix, Annette Badland, Lotte Verbeek and Stephen Walters also star. The drama series is being produced by Tall Ship Productions, Story Mining & Supply Company and Left Bank Pictures in association with Sony Pictures Television. The executive producers are Ronald D. Moore and Jim Kohlberg. Sony Pictures Television is handling global distribution.
Next morning, all three of us set off for the estate of John’s acquaintance.
I was very curious to know where it was and what it was called. He had not even told me the name of the man, stating it would not mean nothing to me since I had never seen him.
Imagine my surprise when the carriage took us to the small village of Watcombe, near Torquay. We passed through the village and rode into a curved, upward-going track. We turned several bends, which lead us up a gentle slope and between impossibly green pastures, strewn with granite boulders. After one last turn, the most captivating sight unrolled before my eyes.
Set in the palm of what looked like a giant hand of green was an elegant manor house in Elizabethan style, not too large but exquisitely proportioned. The facade’s buff coloured stone appeared golden in rays of the morning sun; the lawn spread to its front in shades of emerald.
I may not yet have met the owner but, for certain, I loved his house already. Hope sprang in my heart that it might not be that bad after all. A man in possession of such loveliness could never be anything but kind and pleasant. Yes, I am ashamed to confess that those were the thoughts I harboured, although I know now how immature and childishly naive my thoughts were.
We alighted from our carriage and were led into a splendid hall of royal proportions, all white and gold, and the floor a chest board of white and black marble.
A few moments later the lord of the manor entered the hall and my spirits plummeted in disappointment. He was a man of middle height, sturdily built and with a puffed, bleak face. He was at least fifty years old!
While I struggled to keep calm, John pressed the outstretched hand of the man and turned toward us.
“Stepmama, Margaret, allow me to present my good friend, Mr Phineas Wilkinson of Watcombe Manor. Phineas, old boy, this is Mrs Dashwood and her daughter Margaret.”
I extended my hand to the man, all the while attempting to still the uproar of thoughts in my shocked mind.
This man was Douglas Spencer’s cousin and he would inherit my new-found friend’s money, title and estate if the latter did not manage to marry within the month. Watcombe Manor was Spencer’s house and home! No wonder I loved it instantly …
We were invited to take tea in one of the magnificent parlours. I had to force myself to answer Wilkinson when he spoke to me but only then, as John had insisted. Young ladies were not supposed to have an opinion, let alone express them. I hated to be subdued and shy because that is not who I am. Yet I decided to play the game John had proposed so that I could learn more about the man he was trying to force on me. We did not stay long but agreed that Wilkinson would collect me next week to take me for a drive.
July had come in a blaze of hot, airless days and oppressively sultry nights.
Our stuffy little cottage seemed even more joyless than ever so it was with all the more delight that I took my early morning daily walks. However, my steps did not take me to the moors and my circle of stones anymore. Instead, I found myself wandering towards Mr Spencer’s house, keeping well out of sight, of course, as it behoved a well-bred young lady.
The trees surrounding the dwelling provided me with enough protection so as not to be seen, and also as a well-craved-for shade from the blazing sun. I was working on a sketch of the house, which I found very pleasant, despite its shabby appearance. While I was drawing, my thoughts wandered.
Eight years ago, Elinor and Marianne had been in the same situation I now found myself in. Marianne entangled herself in a hopeless love affair with John Willoughby, a careless, selfish young man, who abandoned her for a wealthy heiress at the first occasion, leaving Marianne broken-hearted. It was Colonel Brandon who saved her, not only by rescuing her from the moors on a nightly rainstorm but also by healing her emotions through the sheer force of his genuine love.
Elinor and Edward had fallen in love at first sight, but Edward’s arrogant and cold mother tried to separate them by using his former attachment to Lucy Steele as a means to drive a wedge between them. Edward, who had loathed himself for falling out of love with Lucy, had stayed away from Elinor in shame. My strong eldest sister hid her broken heart well and devoted herself to us, caring for us with all her heart. Edward had not come back before he had been certain of Lucy’s new attachment to his brother Robert whom she married soon thereafter. I am sure I have never seen a woman so happy as Elinor when Edward proposed to her.
When the pencil in my hand stilled, I was looking at Douglas’ home with sudden longing. That was, of course, very foolish but I could not help myself. I would give my life, right then, if I could have been there with him. Reminiscing over my sisters’ romances had made it all too clear for me – I was in love with Douglas.
It was – and I coolly acknowledged this – foolish to the extreme for I had no hope of gaining anything but heartbreak. Douglas was a rake, a ravisher and an outcast of decent society. These facts were generally known yet much about him still remained uncovered.
Why had Douglas returned to England? If he meant to find a bride and recover his estate, why had he waited so long? According to Jack Twinkler, Douglas rented the house in late April after a two-month stay in London.
Then there was the disturbing fact that he had acquired a gunshot wound, which was not at all a common event. People did not get shot unless they had a sworn enemy or were attacked by highwaymen. Douglas had never offered me an explanation for his injury. But then, we had not really had one single serious conversation, had we? He had been too busy charming me and I had been a willing subject of his attractive charm.
On top of that, I suddenly realised something that unsettled me by the sheer plausibility of it; he might have attempted to attract me on purpose, to catch a naive, unsuspecting girl into marrying him. This would fulfil the conditions of his father’s will and would reclaim his title and fortune. The blood in my veins ran cold with the vileness of my own thoughts, but there it was. I had to face reality because, as a girl without any financial aspirations to speak of, I knew I must make my own future.
It was all good, solid reasoning except for one small bit – Douglas had not acted a rake when we met. Apart from the one time on the moor when he clutched me into his grasp, he had been adamant about my reputation remaining unscathed. He had all but chased me from his house.
Then there was Jack Twinkler. Saving a street urchin from starvation was a charitable deed, unless one did it to make ill use of a child afterwards. Yet Jack, who owned not a single penny while staying with Douglas, albeit receiving food and shelter, did not want to leave him and spoke in friendly tones about him.
All these thoughts troubled me during the week, before Mr Wilkinson was due to take me out. Yet I had to rid myself of these thoughts if I was to be in a fit state of mind for my outing. It would not do at all to show distress. Mr Wilkinson seemed kind and, although I did not find him in the least attractive, I knew I must force myself to know him a little better.
So when he drew up before the cottage I seated myself demurely next to the man on the curricle’s couch. I took care not to touch him. Nevertheless, I could not avoid the pressure of his fat thigh against my own, nor his hand on mine. I tried to free myself but he only gripped me harder.
“Ah, my dear, I find modesty is such a fine quality in a young lady. Do not be afraid of me, Margaret. It will all turn out splendidly, my dear.”
I was beginning to feel uneasy by this familiar behaviour, yet I braced myself to go through this day. That way I would give Mr Wilkinson his chance to show me what kind of man he was. Somewhere in the back of my mind I repeated over and over that this was Douglas’ cousin. He must have some merits.
We drove over narrow country roads in the direction of Torquay for ten minutes. I suddenly saw a familiar side road which branched off the one we were taking. That stretch of sandy track led to Douglas’ house, I was sure of it! Longing struck me like a bolt of lightning and I was aching to jump off the curricle and run to the house and to him. I had so much to ask him, to tell him, even though he rejected me. I believed we could still be friends, couldn’t we?
But, of course, I did not jump out. I remained the prudent and demure lady.
I let myself be driven to Watcombe Manor, some three miles ahead, and allowed Mr Wilkinson to hand me down.
“My dear,” he said in a suave voice, “let me show you the house. It is very grand, as you can see.”
I did not want him to do that but could not in truth find a reason to refuse. We walked through the downstairs parlours, the library, the ball room, and the drawing and morning rooms. They were all equally lovely.
“Did you design the decorations yourself, sir?” I asked, not that I was really interested but I had to find something to distract my host’s attention from my figure and face. He was literally undressing me with his lascivious stares, which unnerved me greatly. Was this the ‘gentleman’ my half-brother had chosen for me?
“Oh no, my dear, that must have been the work of the previous Lady Watcombe, some thirty years ago. She barely had the time to finish the furnishings before she died in childbirth. Her husband, Lord Matthew, was very devoted to her and forbade that anything should be changed in the house. Now that I am in possession of the manor, I will start making new arrangements. I was hoping that you would advise me in this.”
Not in a million years, I thought. I shuddered at the idea of doing away with the lovely, bright colours and the elegant furniture. So Douglas’ mother died giving birth to him. How sad …
We were now in an exquisite little room with French windows, leading to the rose garden. It was absolutely divine … its walls were a soft pink and the floor was a very pale parquet. A bookcase occupied one wall and I wandered to it. The shelves were laden with all my favourite books and poetry anthologies. This could have been my dream room …
My reveries were abruptly disturbed when Mr Wilkinson’s arm grabbed me around the waist!
I startled and tried to free myself but it was no good. He pressed me against his bulging stomach and began kissing my neck and face with his thick, slobbery lips.
“Mr Wilkinson,” I cried, pushing to back him off but to no avail, “I do not care for such behaviour, sir! Be so good as to unhand me this instant!”
He only sneered in a very unpleasant way.
“Cannot a man kiss his betrothed then, my lovely? You will become my wife soon and I do not intend to make do without the physical pleasures of our union.”
I gave him a great shove and managed to push him onto a settee where he lay sprawled panting and coughing like a beached whale.
“I will never be your wife, sir, let this be very clear! I loathe your despicable manners and do not care to be manhandled against my will! Now, be so kind as to drive me back to Barton Cottage at once!”
With a swiftness I had not thought possible for such a rotund man, Wilkinson was on his feet and the next moment I was again imprisoned in his disgusting embrace.
“Well, my dear, I have many ways to convince you otherwise …”
Suddenly his drooling mouth was upon mine and I gagged in drowning nausea. Then his hand was in my bodice, gripping my breast and squeezing it. I struggled and fought but it was utterly futile! He was too strong for me. When the sound of ripping cloth pierced through the haze of horror surrounding me, I reacted. I raised my knee and kicked him in a very vulnerable place.
Wilkinson yelped, let go of me and sank onto his knees. I did not waste precious time but lunged for the French windows, threw them open, leaped out and fled.
The Native American Indian in Period Drama
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
2007 NR 132 minutesA dark chapter of U.S. history comes to light in this epic saga (which earned an Emmy Award for Best Made-for-Television Movie) of the U.S. government’s deliberate extermination of the American Indians. Beginning after the Sioux victory at Little Big Horn, the film traces the stories of three men: a Sioux doctor (Adam Beach), a lobbying senator (Aidan Quinn) and the Lakota hero Sitting Bull (August Schellenberg).
NRExecutive producer Steven Spielberg presents this TNT miniseries about American Westward expansion during the 19th century, told from both the perspective of the white Wheeler family and the Native American Lakota tribe. This frontier epic follows the clans as they struggle to find their place in a country confounded by turmoil and change. Historical figures and fictional characters interact in the gold fields, over railroad tracks and in battle.
The Song of Hiawatha
(1997) PGIn this film based on Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s epic poem, a priest (David Strathairn), a French trapper (Michael Rooker) and an American Indian interpreter (Graham Greene) search for the legendary Ojibway leader Hiawatha (Litefoot). Although no one seems able to produce the brave chief, nearly everyone they encounter is happy to share tales of him, bringing to life the story of the bighearted boy who grew into a great and courageous warrior.
When rugged frontiersman Hawkeye (Daniel Day-Lewis) saves the Munro sisters — two newly arrived English settlers — from a Huron ambush, he ends up in the midst of the battle between the British and the French for control of the American colonies. Director Michael Mann’s first-rate production also stars Madeleine Stowe as the Munro sister who wins Hawkeye’s heart, and Wes Studi as the Huron warrior who has a score to settle with her father.
1990 PG-13 236 minutesWounded Civil War soldier John Dunbar (Kevin Costner) tries to commit suicide — and becomes a hero instead. As a reward, he’s assigned to his dream post, a remote junction on the Western frontier, and soon makes unlikely friends with the local Sioux tribe. This special edition of Costner’s Oscar-winning directorial debut features an extended cut of the film, an audio commentary from Costner, a behind-the-scenes featurette and more.
In this epic drama, gung-ho Marine Joe Enders is assigned to protect a “windtalker,” one of several Navajo Indians used to relay messages during World War II because their spoken language was indecipherable to Japanese code breakers.
Nicolas Cage, Adam Beach, Peter Stormare, Noah Emmerich, Mark Ruffalo, Brian Van Holt, Martin Henderson, Roger Willie, Frances O’Connor, Christian Slater, Jason Isaacs