SLAP! Nice manors for a whore.
It's true, Mark Antony's manors could be better.
The fun continues this week on HBO's Rome as everyone is mad at everyone. There is much glowering.
And fighting! SLAP! Where's my money? SLAP! Fine, I'm going to stay in the country with my "friend" Agrippa. I'll show *you*.
Cleopatra comes to dinner, most of the main characters are there (except the Tweedles!), and so are we given witty couch conversation?
Nope, we are given a close up montage of them eying each other, knowingly.
Blah. And not even an after dinner murder..what a jip.
It isn't all bad, though the Tweedles are still mysteriously looked over by the rich (didn't Cleopatra give Tweedle Dumb a double take).
And who have thought it. Tweedle Dee is more psychotic than Tweedle Dumb. Tweedle Dumb had gone from the angry young man to being henpecked by his ex slave (yes dear, I'll look into it...)
No, on the plus side, the change in Cleopatra's character. No longer the drugged out princess, she is strong, talking to the Romans as inferiors. Nothing a Roman loved more than to be talked down to.
More glowering.
And more attempts by the writers to be shocking, with "fuck" this and "fuck" that thrown around.
"Have you ever been bitten by a moray eel?"
Blah.
Anyway, Tweedle Dee is now Don Dee (reinforced by some visual nods to "The Godfather"), having rid the neighbourhood of Fanucci, I mean Erastes Fulmen. He himself prefers the more friendly title of "Son of Hades".
And oh look, Atia's murderous horsemen slave has a home life....Joy! More story lines...and are they implying an affair between Cicero and Servilla.
Ewwww.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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