If you played the famous Carry On music over the main titles of The Borgias then renamed it Carry On Cesare, or See Nipples and Die would anyone really notice? Probably not and the cause is firmly aided by Jeremy Irons who, when he is not doing his best Kenneth Williams, lurches into his Frankie Howerd. But I think I am doing a disservice to the Carry On films, because The Borgias is not prime Carry On, it is more Patrick Mower, Windsor Davies fag end of the series. And The Borgias certainly feels worn out.
If we were all hoping for a season two opening boost, we were let down. The show is nowhere near as clever and scheming as it thinks it is; this is not life and death stuff like Game of Thrones, but the same dull trudge of Boardwalk Empire. In fact why not amalgamate the two and have Boardwalk Borgias, then kill the entire audience with abject boredom.
Sadly, The Borgias has the budget that the BBC's cut price The Hollow Crown should have had and gloriously wastes it on long dull scenes that just seem to dwindle to, dimly lit, nothingness. Where are Patrick Mower and Windsor Davies when you really need them?
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