Speaking of that, has anyone else following “Spartacus, Blood and Sand?” (Not sure when it originally aired on Starz, we’re watching it on Netflicks. It’s Deadwood in Rome meets Kill Bill.)
Rick! Yes! I saw an episode at my friend Steve’s house on one of my trips to Texas earlier this year. One of the benefits of watching as little television as I’ve watched over the past twenty years is that I can still be surprised to view scenes of boy-boy butt-fucking — on the teevee! Man, we watched that scene over and over.
For those who haven’t seen the series, think: “Fellini Satyricon” meets one of those old Steve Reeves muscleman/gladiator movies.
Spartacus rocks! It is bloody, bloody, bloody! And sexy time happens all the time. The caveat at the beginning of every episode is something like “this is meant to to be a depiction of Rome in Roman days. Expect blood and sex. If you can’t take it change the channel.”
Okay, I wildly paraphrase. The script seems wonderful to me. I can totally watch it and eat a cheeseburger. I have had tears come to my eyes, watching.
Deron, I would welcome a compare/contrast to Deadwood from you.
Then on the other side of the coin. Why would I cheer a show that offers blood and sex. And death. When such things really take place even as we sit here? Maybe not the coliseum, but videos sent us from terrorists or even from the WWF? What distance is there really from me watching what once really happened in the coliseum from a TV show that’s fake? I can eat my cheeseburger.
That would be the distance I would set upon it. BTW, spell colluseum, colaseum, coliseum. Dammit! I’m on the iPad. I don’t know yet, how to leap from screen to screen to check spellings.
Speaking of decapitation and aesthetic distance, I think what most freaked me out about the Daniel Pearl video back in 2002 was how surprisingly slick it was. Slick with respect to my expectations, that is — my expectations being grounded in confessional footage of American POWs filmed in the late 1960s by their North Vietnamese captors. I just wasn’t ready for crossfades in a political prisoner snuff film — nor for what I still assume had to have been an after-the-fact re-staging of Pearl’s actual decapitation.
Speaking of that, has anyone else following “Spartacus, Blood and Sand?” (Not sure when it originally aired on Starz, we’re watching it on Netflicks. It’s Deadwood in Rome meets Kill Bill.)
I haven’t seen it. is it good?
Rick! Yes! I saw an episode at my friend Steve’s house on one of my trips to Texas earlier this year. One of the benefits of watching as little television as I’ve watched over the past twenty years is that I can still be surprised to view scenes of boy-boy butt-fucking — on the teevee! Man, we watched that scene over and over.
For those who haven’t seen the series, think: “Fellini Satyricon” meets one of those old Steve Reeves muscleman/gladiator movies.
Hey Deron,
WTF is going on in this photograph?
Lovingly,
Barry
Spartacus rocks! It is bloody, bloody, bloody! And sexy time happens all the time. The caveat at the beginning of every episode is something like “this is meant to to be a depiction of Rome in Roman days. Expect blood and sex. If you can’t take it change the channel.”
Okay, I wildly paraphrase. The script seems wonderful to me. I can totally watch it and eat a cheeseburger. I have had tears come to my eyes, watching.
Deron, I would welcome a compare/contrast to Deadwood from you.
I forget what we ate when I watched “Spartacus: Blood and Sand” with Steve. Leftover pork, I think.
I liked it a lot. The show and the pork.
Then on the other side of the coin. Why would I cheer a show that offers blood and sex. And death. When such things really take place even as we sit here? Maybe not the coliseum, but videos sent us from terrorists or even from the WWF? What distance is there really from me watching what once really happened in the coliseum from a TV show that’s fake? I can eat my cheeseburger.
Honestly, WTF?
Well, if what you are watching (with or without cheeseburger) is good: aesthetic distance?
That would be the distance I would set upon it. BTW, spell colluseum, colaseum, coliseum. Dammit! I’m on the iPad. I don’t know yet, how to leap from screen to screen to check spellings.
Speaking of decapitation and aesthetic distance, I think what most freaked me out about the Daniel Pearl video back in 2002 was how surprisingly slick it was. Slick with respect to my expectations, that is — my expectations being grounded in confessional footage of American POWs filmed in the late 1960s by their North Vietnamese captors. I just wasn’t ready for crossfades in a political prisoner snuff film — nor for what I still assume had to have been an after-the-fact re-staging of Pearl’s actual decapitation.
Colossal. Maybe just go with colossal, Ricky!
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M. Coliseum.
I wasn’t peeing when I spelled that. Sorry. You pays your money and you takes your chances.
Thank you, Sheila.
Clusterflock Archivist and Spelling Bee Girl.
Girl, you haz da stones.
Sheila, thank you for fixing my spelling meanderings.
Rick, I’m just sorry I’d peed only twenty minutes before. Better luck next time.
sweet dreams darlin’.
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Hey Barry,
It’s one of my flour throwing photos.