He starts in the very beginning saying you won’t like him, explaining that he’s lewd, lecivious, lecherous and all kinds of other nasty things. I was expecting a little more fun, more happy fun. Really it’s a study in how depravity and total lack of concience can ruin a life, even one as talented and brilliant as the Second Earl of Rochester.

Even so, I thoroughly enjoyed that study. And I didn’t shed a tear for him, as was the director’s hope, I think.

Ok, so I also went to watch Johnny Depp prancing around in a period peice for an hour and a half, and I got precisly that.