I had high hopes for Spartacus. I like history made by Americans; they don’t really believe it, they’re not reverential, they don’t handle it like an exhibit in a museum and they don’t let the veracity get in the way of the emotion. This Spartacus bestrides the twin columns of classical civilisation, sex and violence. It jumps from slaughter to orgy, from stabbing to stabbing, with the elan of a priapic psychopath — and what more could you ask from a bit of escapist telly?
Sunday, May 30, 2010
I Had High Hopes For Spartacus
From favorite Brit snarker, A.A. Gill: