Donald Trump is Henry VIII. There's a new movie coming out "Firebrand" with Jude Law as the monstrous egomaniac king, told though the eyes of his sixth and last wife Catherine Parr. BBC website has a good preview; it shows that both Law and the film's director base their take on Henry partly on what they see in Trump - the abuse of power, a readiness to use violence against those who disagreed with him, how he was physically and emotionally abusive to all his wives, not just the two he murdered, Henry often jamming his fingers into a woman's mouth "whenever he felt like it." For mouth, read pu**y, of course. This revisionist and feminist view of the Tudor tyrant has been around in historical scholarship for quite a while - see Karen Lindsey's Divorced, Beheaded, Survived for example - but it gains added resonance from having a modern political figure similarly bloated in both body and ego to compare it to. Coincidentally last week I watched A Man For All Seasons (1966) again, with Robert Shaw as Henry, and it struck me then how much Trump resembles him. Shaw is astonishing in the scene where he berates Thomas More (Paul Scofield), alternating between wild rage ("No opposition, no opposition, I say!"), paranoid suspicion of those around him, and exaggerated praise of his own many talents - as a musician, in this particular scene. Trump is recognizable at every turn and is only missing the gangrenous leg that Henry dragged around for the last years of his life.