Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Nero's Rickety Chariot

Are these documentaries?  Once again I am forced to comment on the History Channel and H2.  I’d hoped the producer’s would clean up their act by depicting the facts and that means getting the details right.  The Hitler scenes must be fashioned by those recovering from Hollywood pot sessions.  This time Eva Braun bleached her hair blond for the Fuhrer and styled it in the fashion of the 1930s.  Hitler suicide pistol is now a Luger.  It’s a strange state of affairs when so much of the details are readily available and everybody ignores them.  The show on Hitler’s bodyguards was pretty good and scenes explaining what happened to his corpse were unpleasantly detailed.  At least the producers didn’t show him being whisked away from the Fuhrerbunker by aliens or occultists when the Russians closed in.

There must be a split in Hollywood over how to make documentaries.  On the one hand technology has given the producers unimaginable digital capabilities that bring color and depth to the past.  The Spaniard with Russell Crow was exceptional except the last scene where he approaches death by floating to his front door.  The Magic Realism genre insertion was unnecessary, but money has to be made and that’s the problem.  What do we see?  The dreadful Spartacus series pushed the limits of censorship and quickly degenerated into slow motion battlefields littered with Roman soldiers decapitated by airborne somersaulting female gladiators. Pompeii discredited itself by having a Roman senator wearing the purple of the emperor – a capital offense.  On another show Julius Caesar was cast with a fellow who had hair like Stalin.  A program on the Spartan’s last stand brought artistic license to a new high.  I thought the spears were wrong, but as the stacks of Immortal bodies grew higher you could see the rubber soles of their shoes.  The now bald, beardless, and Heavy Metal Xerxes must have just outfitted his army with Chinese tennis shoes from the local Persepolis WalMart.

I witnessed a new low last night when Nero strutted his stuff on a rickety chariot around the Circus Maximus.  Edward Gibbon in his Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire said Roman emperors actually did this occasionally.  This time, however, Nero’s chariot had farm implement wheels with metal spokes.  The only thing missing were the rubber tires.  Perhaps I shouldn’t be so critical.  Hollywood does know how to make money; so much for the purists.  What we may be seeing is a change in the nature of documentaries from telling history as it really was to a sort of Agatha Christie Peril at End House game with rooms full of entertaining and very annoying anachronisms.