Tonight begins season 3 of The Borgias – another in
the long line of period pieces featuring a villain who sets my hormones to
howling.
I’ve had it bad for Cesare Borgia since my teens. He was
such a compelling historic character that it escaped me how his greatness was
not translated to film more often (or more successfully). There was a BBC
series in the style of “I, Claudius” (i.e., more dialogue than action) produced
some years ago that was okaaaaaaaay …
but over the past two years, Neil Jordan and Francois Arnaud have done
something I never imagined could be done: they’ve made Cesare a sympathetic
character. Sympathetic—and sexy as hell.
Bearing in mind that this series is GoT’s competition for
gore, glamour and political machination, it actually holds up pretty well in
comparison. The finale of season two was wrenching, so I am in as deep a dither
over season 3’s premiere tonight as I was two weeks ago over GoT. I’m still mad for Jaime Lannister, of course,
but now I’ve got Cesare to lust over too.
Oh, those bad boys make me feel so good!
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