The Borgias...
Apr. 6th, 2011 12:13 amWatched The Borgias tonight with
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Mixed feelings. I expected something as extravagantly hokey and superficial as The Tudors, and it wasn't that. It was... in many ways very impressive. But just a little flat. Not quite real enough. Not enough variation in tone.
- Seems to me Rodrigo Borgia was exculpated from a lot. I expected him to be more calculating and ruthless; instead, while he was calculating enough, it was Cesare who was the ruthless one, and Rodrigo was more of an innocent than I expected. I don't know the history well enough to know the truth.
- Loved the title sequence.
- Sadly, the real Rodrigo Borgia did not look like Jeremy Irons. Pity.
- Lucrezia seemed a little too artless. At fourteen? Shouldn't she have been something of a sophisticate? Or was she less intelligent than I have always imagined? Actually, though they said she was fourteen, according to Wikipedia she was born in 1480, so she would have been twelve. She seemed much more like twelve than fourteen to my eyes.
- Gorgeous costumes and scenery. I kept thinking nostalgically of Italy, and Italian art. Or picturing the characters as characters in one of Dorothy Dunnett's House of Niccolo novels. And the poisoned monkey made me think of Margaret Lennox's monkey in Queen's Play.
- I'm way too much of a Renaissance history greek: I kept getting warm fuzzy feelings at all those familial family names, Orsini and Sforza and della Rovere and such.
- I couldn't help thinking: in 1492 Rodrigo Borgia must have been about 60. Martin Luther was just approaching puberty. Henry VIII was an infant. Calvin would be born seventeen years later. Machiavelli, who understood that sort of scheming only too well, was twenty-three.
An era was ending.