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Spartacus Blood and Sand

It is very unfortunate that as I write this blog I realize there will possibly be no Season 2 of Spartacus Blood and Sand. It is, as well, very unfortunate to hear just this month that the star of the show Andy Whitfield was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin lymphoma. This unwanted tragedy is all but merry for each and every man.

Started watching this the day before and as much as I like this new series it is not without error.

The pilot episode was one to blame. It was weak, cliched and at moments laughable. The performances were meh. It seemed only a sour reflection of its predecessors, Kubrick's Spartacus, Miller's 300 and HBO's Rome. The premise is not only a la 300 it is almost identical to it. It even has Peter Mensah, also known as Mr. "This is madness!". The fight scenes are fun and awesome but the gore makes you laugh which isn't really that much of a deal depending on your perception.

But towards the latter episodes everything seemed to bear fruition to efforts. Not because of all the dicks and tits popping out now and then but due to the driving force it offers for the emotion. You will actually feel as Spartacus feels. Violated, sad, angry, cocky (no pun intended), and hurt.
Lucy Lawless as Lucretia is perfect for the role, but one cannot bear but be reminded of Atia of the Julii played by Polly Walker in the HBO series Rome. Lucretia would probably kick the hell out of Atia anyway. She IS Xena for crying out loud. She has her own titillating moments which I am so fond of but would rather lean on new faces like Erin Cummings who plays Spartacus' wife Sura and Viva Bianca who plays the bitch I so want to slap Ilythia.

The characters in this world are a dynamic bunch that it almost warrants a "smarter" series. Fun characters in mind are Crixus, Varro, Naevia, and Batiatus. Yes, the show is fun and all but it is no history show. Its pure value is entertainment. It gladly delivers, some way or the other. Kind of, like, you know, what the previous show Rome suffered from.

The latest episode got me all worked up emotionally, three episodes remain until the season ends.

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