Quills
In this episode film expert Gaz and history expert Mel compare Philip Kaufman's Quills to the infamous and controversial real life figure it's based on, The Marquis De Sade. Quills wants to be sexy and salacious, but how historically accurate is it? We pull the movie apart to understand how it handles gender representation, sexual expression during the French Revolution, and ask, above all, was Napoleon really short?
Real Movies Fake History is hosted by two friends, Gaz (the film nerd) and Mel (the history expert), who each episode discuss, debate and laugh about the real history behind diverse and important cinema.
We seek to discover the true story behind films apparently based on a true story. With a particular interest in gender and cultural representation, we love nothing more than to speak on how a particular film represents the world around us.
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