It’s the season finale we’ve all been waiting for. Will Pope Daddy die? Will Juan’s body be found (and murderer be found out)? Will Crazy Friar confess? Will Lucrezia and Cesare finally have hot sex on the pope’s throne? (What? A fangirl can dream, right?) Continue reading
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We begin with Lucrezia waking in bed, with the caged puma at the foot of her bed. That’s got to be an omen, right? As there’s no one else in bed with her, I’m guessing the puma was delivered/returned for some reason. Continue reading
Yuck. Brother Juan has returned. And he’s riding his horse through the Vatican. WTF? He enters Pope Daddy’s “throne” room (sans horse) and kisses Daddy’s ring. Lucrezia’s there with the baby on her lap and stands to see what it is that Juan has brought as gifts. He’s got a box for Pope Daddy, and then a caged panther is brought into the room as a gift for Lulu. He’s brought Don Hernando de Caballos with him. He’s a soldier and who was at the siege of Grenada where they defeated the Moors. He’s also a “true Conquistador” and has seen the new world and killed the indigenous people who… sorry, no political rants here. Anyway… I’ve not doubt Don Hernando is a better military strategist than Juan. It would be hard not to be better. Continue reading
Last week ended with Pope Daddy declaring “we must atone for our sins.” Good thing it’s Lent then, the perfect season for atonement.
We open with Pope Daddy smearing ashes on peoples foreheads (something that freaked me out the first time I saw it, which was in college— I grew up around Southern Baptists. No ashes, just full body immersion baptisms. I don’t know which is creepier.) “Dust thou art, and to dust thou shall return.” There’s a very old woman there and the pope kneels before her and washes her feet. In the back Della Rovere, the unnamed Friar, and the soon-to-be-taster watch the spectacle, calling it out as a show. Della Rovere points out the pope’s current taster. Continue reading
Wow. I had a rough evening and day and this got away from me. Sorry for the delay everyone. In better news, The Borgias has been renewed for a third season. Woo hoo! Hopefully that means more of what we got this week — the hot, the sexy, and the surprising. And there was some religious stuff too. So come on in and see who banged whom this week (with pictures).
We open at the square of the Vatican and Vittorio explains to Pope Daddy that the cannons were plaster. PD then confirms that deception has a place in warfare… as in life.
Micheletto arrives with Bad news for his dear Cesare. He leads him off on horseback to a fire. It’s St. Cecilia’s Continue reading
This week is we get to say good-bye to someone. And I’m not talking about the dead guy. (Although, he’s not coming back to life, so I guess there’s two someones.) We also get to prepare for war. And I’m delighted twice by Cesare’s interaction with women characters. In other words… this week was awesome.
Remember Paolo? Lucrezia’s baby daddy? I don’t think it’s much of a spoiler to say he’s involved in tonight’s episode given the title. I’m thinking there might be a little baby mama drama this week. Ooh, and in the previouslies we’re reminded of Ursula Bonadeo too. And looks like we’ll get a bit more of the Vittoria/o storyline and the teasing of Lucrezia/Cesare. So join me as I indulge again this week… Continue reading
Last season lots of stuff happened. Pope Daddy cast aside the mother of his children and started banging Julia Fornese (who rocks, even though I do sympathize with Vanozza). Cesare seduced Ursula Bonadeo after her husband insulted his mother, then he banged Ursula, killed her hubby, and she ran off to a nunnery to rock the Sinead O’Connor look. Lucrezia was married off to vile and abusive Giovanni Sforza so Daddy would have a military alliance. But Sforza’s nasty so she banged the stable boy, asked him to kill her hubby (who instead only broke his leg), then ran back home where she gave birth to stable boy’s baby (after a battefield stop on the way to flirt with King Charles). Juan was offered marriage to the lovely Sancia, daughter of the King Ferrante of Naples, as another political alliance. But he said no, so they married her to youngest child Gioffre, with whom there was an awkward wedding night. But Sancia didn’t mind since deciding after meeting her that she was bangable. (None of these three decided to run off anywhere.)