Having seen multiple films reminiscent of the same era, such as Gladiator (2000) and 300 (2006), I dove into Spartacus: Gods of the Arena. Little did I know that I’d be witnessing a program with a mixture of heightened sexuality and grotesque so depraved it that rivals that of the internet-phenomenon; Two Girls, One Cup …Yet, in that same strain, I couldn’t look away.
This story is said to map the rise of the House of Batiatus (a nobleman’s estate whence he trains gladiators to compete in the arenas of Capua) as the meat-headed, sex-fiend anti-hero, Gannicus (played by Dustin Clare), climbs the ranks of triumphing warriors. There are many other sub-plots woven in, such as the rise of the underdog Gaul, Crixus, as well as the harrowing situations faced by other slaves of the Batiatus household. The saga features a cast of many actors one recognizes at first glance, such as Lucy Lawless (Xena: Warrior Princess), John Hannah (lovably clumsy brother in The Mummy) and Peter Mensah (300). Through the many confusing love triangles, social hierarchies and rampant bloodshed, it is hard to pick out a definite plot line, let alone who the audience is meant to be rooting for (if anyone).
If the confusion of the plot itself isn’t enough to be irksome, this loosely “historical portrayal of ancient Roman society” begins abruptly without mention that even though it is the second season of Spartacus aired on Starz, it acts as a prequel to the first, Spartacus: Blood and Sand. Any viewer who began watching in 2010 would be lost as to where some of the characters are or why certain relationships function differently… And by relationship, I refer to the many painfully hollow, community theatre attempts at conveying to the audience that any kind of emotion is felt between individuals other than lust or hate. On the other hand, one without prior experience with the program can correctly speculate that not much (save the loss of blood-wash scene transitions reminiscent of Tales from the Crypt) has improved with the new season.
Spartacus intrigues Starz-watchers, reeling them in using the series’ shameless resemblance to Zack Snyder’s 300 (2006). The film’s casting directors even went so far as to hire Peter Mensah on as a main character, knowing well that the audience would recognize him as the messenger who perishes at the foot of Gerard Butler after delivering his famous “ This is Sparta!” The cast isn’t all that links these two works; Spartacus also incorporates sepia filters and highly altered contrast to emphasize items, almost the exact method as the cinematographers who toiled on Snyder’s film. Once one has witnessed both cinematic productions, they remain inseparable in the mind regardless of how inferior one lies in comparison of plot, dialogue and acting talent.
Bad coordination may render many things laughable, but let there be no mistake, this is an adult program, folks! When Starz labels something for a “mature audience” they’re really warning; don’t watch this unless you are in the mood for gratuitous sex, language and blood that closely borderlines that of a role-play skin flick. If the sight of enslaved maidens being forced into sex with flabby old men doesn’t turn your stomach, the unrealistically gruesome splicing of flesh and eruption-like spurts of blood will. But the audience can even be grossed out without even laying an eye on the screen; “fuck”, “cock” and “cunt” seem to take up two thirds of the dialogue along with disgusting sayings comparing characters’ speech to their production of fecal matter.
In the show’s defense, there are a few aspects that redeem it in this reviewer’s opinion. First of all, anything with Sam Raimi’s name on it (executive producer for two out of the six episodes that made up the season) tends to have a quality dark comedy in any sexual or violent situation. Secondly, though explicit, at least all sexual orientations seem to be represented; there’s something for all to enjoy (or smile nervously while being repulsed). Thirdly and finally, for those (many a 13-year-old boy) who do enjoy a nice, relaxing night of gratuitous sex and violence with a side of Lucy Lawless without a sword, this is the seat-riveter for you!
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