What was heartbreaking about this movie, was the contrast between the cold stillness of Henry in death, and his beautiful, wonderful vitality in life; his incandescent courage and his endearing humour.
“A short time, but so greatly lived/This star of England.”
And what also struck my heart with fear was the thought that Henry V died at thirty-five. That is so young - only slightly older than Tom is now. He is so full of life and vitality now; so full of joy and intelligence and heart - what if he, like Henry, were destined to pass like a meteor and die young? Truly, already he has lived more bravely and beautifully than many men do in a long and weary lifetime, but still the very thought is terrifying to me. And that thought makes the movie Henry V, with Tom’s spirit exuding through every moment of his acting, even more poignant.