So, a few days ago, I wrote a short rant on an upcoming TV series, Black Sails. And, for the readers that ight not be so well acquainted with the topic, forgot to mention why this has found a place on Your Coleridge’s lawn.
Well, in short, Treasure Island takes place in the 1740s, this series, apparently meant to act as a sequel, takes place twenty years later – and I bet it won’t be long before Starz eyes A Tale of Two Cities, notable among nerds for supposedly serving as the model for The Dark Knight Rises (a surprisingly touching movie, by the way), or, The Scarlet Pimpernel, or, by Hextor, who knows, Anne of the Green Gables as the theme for their next mindless sausagefest.
And then we already hit Coleridge’s era for this kind of TV entertainment; and I passionately hate that.
Not for Mr C’s sake alone – for everyone, and everything that went on during that age. Theatricality replaces ideas, and historical facts – it always does in fiction, but lately, cinematic entertainment is reaching a point of critical mass.
Nothing against a few artistic liberties, but we’re dealing with a majority of the population quite plainly lacking the ability to make a difference between fact and fiction, especially with topics as remote as 18th century history. Or, for that matter, between the popcorn-y interpretations of some B-movie directors, and the literary source.
Just leaving you with an example, from very recent memory: What kind of guy was Caesar in real life, and how has he been portrayed in recent memory?