That's the gayest movie I've ever seen!
Becket toweling off the king, the king mooning over Becket, the king having zero relationship with his mother and with his wife, King Henry talking about his "delicate skin," the king bare to the waist several times -- did they leave anything out, so far as this movie being a 1960s homosexual fantasy?
The only way that you could say that the king wasn't a complete poof-poof was that he liked to have sex with wenches. (Or at least, that's what he made everyone think.)