I am going to leave this here, for your pleasure, or despair.
I can stomach 1950s swashbuckling action, as uncritically white, and unhistorical as they are.
But I cannot stomach this kind of muscle-bound, soft-porn-y stupefaction of the populace.
Spartacus still had some campy appeal (mainly because of it’s similarity to 300), and Camelot rewarded us for the incredible trash with one single good scene.
But this, now, oh dear…
And I had the stones to complain about Garrow’s Law.
For the record, this abomination, essentially a more adult-oriented, and less disneyfied Pirates of the Caribbean, claims to be somehow connected to Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island. For the sake of my own childhood memories, I hope this is not true.