Ivanhoe
I think I've watched the 1997 version of Ivanhoe at least three times this week alone. I am an admitted sucker for period and costume dramas of all sorts, but there is something more captivating about this story than there exists in many. This version's Bois-Guilbert displays a picture of desire and passion that is sadly missing from other versions. Though I guess 1952 was not the year to expose open desire and sexualised passion. He displays longing, passion, truth, admits his damnation and imperfections, but displays sensitivity to the thoughts of others. He has a presence, isn't just a two-dimensional face.