Netflix sent me The Other Boleyn Girl. The movie was pretty entertaining. Natalie Portman's performance salvaged that of Scarlett Johansson's annoying face. [Scarlett is so overrated. Her co-stars always carry her. The Island. Match Point. Ghost World. Please.]
Back to the point. Incest. Ok. There came a point about 3/4 the way through the movie when Natalie asked her brother to bang her so that the king didn't kill her for not popping out a son. It's a long story. The point is, she wanted to do it with her brother.
I can overlook a lot in life and in entertainment. And her brother was hot. But I have brothers. Two. And Natalie Portman really messed with my head tonight. There is no situation in which the concept of incest may be mentioned without further thought. Not even a movie set in the 1500s with men in skirts dancing around like fairies.

(Jim Sturgess. It's okay. He's not my brother.)
From the movie: To get ahead in this world, you need more than fair looks and a kind heart.
Thanks Boleyn family. I'll keep that in mind.