I’m a fairly big history buff, a good part of why I’m partial to documentary type photography. So I was fairly intrigued by this historical mystery/puzzle of a film. Honestly don’t give that much a damn about the hierarchy of English royalty, but I’m forever fascinated by how history is recorded for the ages in all its grandeur, infamy and... inaccuracy.
The heroine of The Lost King, far from a professional academic, is looking for that something larger to give meaning to her pedestrian life. She establishes an interest in King Richard III upon seeing the play and gradually becomes obsessed with his life and legacy, particularly- what the hell became of his remains?
So she stops working, starts researching, and through sheer force of conviction (and procuring official funding) manages to commence an archaeological dig for his centuries deceased royal highness in a… parking lot car park.
Long story short, they do indeed find the body, her primary role in achieving said feat is minimized for posterity’s academia’s sake, and discover that said king was not a hunchback, but a survivor of scoliosis!
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