Scarred
by Stacia J. N. Decker

My husband's heart surgery made him a new man.
The Nerve Date with Jacqueline
by Jessica Yatrofsky

'Tis the season to be daring.
The Road
by Scott Von Doviak

Looking to celebrate your holiday with two hours of solid despair? /entertainment/
Sex Advice From . . . Turkey Farmers
by Kristen Gangwer

Q: What can turkeys teach us about sex?
A: Absolutely nothing. With barnyard birds it's business, not pleasure.
Watch Your Back
by Susan Barnett

What can you tell about a person from their t-shirt?
Dealbreaker: The Self-Help Book
by Jen Kirkman

How DIY therapy can ruin dating.
The Five Sexiest Apocalypse Movies
by Phil Nugent

Perfect for curling up with the last man (or woman) on earth. /entertainment/
Savage Love
by Dan Savage

How do I tell my girlfriend that I'm pregnant? /advice/
Pop Culture We're Thankful For
by the Nerve Editors

Toasts from around the Nerve family table. /entertainment/
My First Time
by You

"I remember the zip of the door, and our naked dash across the dark campground to his tent..."
Things Drunk People Say
by Kathleen Go

"Get the duct tape. You have dropped your last beer."
Five TV Families to Avoid on Thanksgiving
by Scott Von Doviak

These clans will make you appreciate your own. /entertainment/
Miss Information
by Erin Bradley

So many women, so few decision-making skills. /advice/
Hosting Your Own Hedonistic Thanksgiving
by Ben Reininga

Drinking, smoking, and gorging with your friends: this can be the best holiday of the year.
The Confessies
by You

The Robert Pattinson Award for Twilight Devotion
Culture Wars: Will James Cameron's Avatar live up to the hype?
by Andrew Osborne and Scott Von Doviak

Worthy successor to Aliens, or the world's most expensive Smurfs movie?



Veni, Vidi, Vicious

  Send to a Friend
  Printer Friendly Format
  Leave Feedback
  Read Feedback
  Nerve RSS
A
hose Romans sure knew how to party. By the end of the sixth episode of this lavish HBO drama, there’s been more fucking, drinking and violence than a Gotti family orgy. "Rome was a time of different morals," creator Bruno Heller states in the sober making-of documentary. What that means, basically, is a lot of doggy-style, random blood-letting and a gory animal sacrifice that makes the prom scene in Carrie look like, well, just another prom. This is still a sophisticated adult drama — a well-oiled premium cable machine of expert acting, compelling camerawork, and exquisite detail, with the added bonus of those crisp English accents. (I don’t know why Romans always speak with English accents, but you have to admit, it does make them seem smarter.) But this is no stiff Merchant-Ivory costume drama; HBO serves up this period piece with equal parts brutality and debauch.
    The story follows the split between Pompey and Julius Caesar that turned Rome from a republic ruled by senators into Caesar’s great empire. For those rusty on ancient history, this can all be a little baffling — tribunes, auguries, blah blah blah — but creator

promotion
Bruno Heller has the common sense to tell these epic tales through the lives of his characters. Lucius Vorenus (Kevin McKidd), a soldier, has been fighting with Caesar’s army for eight years in Gaul (a.k.a. France). He’s a stoic and deeply moral man — something increasingly rare these days in Rome — who returns home to find his wife a stranger and his home more fraught with conflict than the battlefield. His fellow soldier, Titus Pullo (Ray Stevenson), is his polar opposite: loud, libertine, a bear of a man with a soft spot for women and wine. Then there are all those characters from Shakespeare: noble Caesar (Ciaran Hinds), young Brutus (Tobias Menzes), and vicious, philandering Mark Antony (James Purefoy), plus a gaggle of well-spoken senators wearing togas.
     But the show’s most dynamic character is a woman — Caesar’s niece, Atia of the Julii, played by Polly Walker with a magnificent, raw-meat hunger usually reserved for BBC performances of Medea. A single mother of two, Atia is a woman unabashedly angling for power and prosperity. She sleeps with random men, lies often and well, thrusts her reluctant children out into the world to toughen them up. When her strange, cerebral son Octavian (Max Pirkis) tries to duck out of an appointment with a prostitute, Atia utters perhaps the strangest words yet written for a prime-time mother: "You will penetrate someone today, or I will burn your wretched books in the yard!"
    As foreign as that kind of pre-Christian morality might seem today, there are still parallels to be made between our embattled country and the doomed, bloated empire portrayed here — rife with class warfare, choking on its own privilege, squandering men and money on pointless foreign wars. But thinly veiled critiques of a troubled administration are better left to The West Wing and Law & Order. Instead, Rome is interesting because it doesn't make facile moral decisions about its characters. None of these people is innocent. The show reveals one profound deception after another, each of which threatens to rend a life apart. "Every city has its secrets," goes the show’s tagline, and those secrets flow as freely down the cobbled streets as blood. Because the drama depends on their gradual reveal, it’s a bit of a slow burn. It takes time to understand what is at stake for these characters — what they’re hiding, what they’re longing for — and though the first episode is underwhelming, by the fifth, I was hooked.
    Rome will be a hard sell for an American viewing audience. Despite all the graphic nudity and violence, it can be a bit cold at times, and it’s unafraid to confound: Why are the thieves in the first episode covered in blue powder? Why is there a giant topless woman covered in blood in episode six? And what, exactly, is going on with Caesar and Pompey? But it’s a wildly ambitious, welcome undertaking (reports have tabulated the cost at upwards of $100 million, making it the most expensive series ever). Even though we know what history ultimately holds for these characters, there’s delicious dramatic irony and tension in discovering their paths. Then again, I shouldn’t overestimate the audience, many of whom have probably abandoned the history of ancient Rome along with their braces. In which case, I won’t tell you how it ends.
 







ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Sarah Hepola has been a high-school teacher, a playwright, a film critic, a music editor and a travel columnist. Her work has appeared in the New York Times, Slate, The Guardian, Salon, and on NPR. She lives in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

©2005 Sarah Hepola and Nerve.com.

featured personal
 


partner links
sponsored links