I'm currently viewing C4's The Scandalous Adventures of Lord Byron or, to give it its proper title, The Rupert Everett Show. It's an interesting watch. Everett clearly understands and has a good knowledge of the subject matter, however he seems content to discuss his friend Robin's promiscuity or visit a VD clinic than get to the real nub of the issues.
Now, I met Rupert Everett last year in a restaurant (he was wearing trackie bottoms there too) in St. Moritz (get me) and, after 2 or 3 Calanda Braus too many, I said a few things that I regret (leave a comment if you want to find out what it was, I'm not prepared to reveal it to everyone). Though on reflection and after viewing his tribute to himsel... Lord Byron, I have a feeling that he may have found some deal of catharsis in my accusations.
There are some interesting points that he makes and all the expositionary detail that you might expect is there, however every time he ruins it with some facetious sex reference or dressing up. Now the show makes no pretenses aobut being anything more than a slightly saucy travelogue fronted by a Hollywood actor, which is just as well really.
I'd be interested to know what Percy Shelley and Ali Pasha would have made of Everett's accusations of them being in love with Byron.
Oh... he's playing bingo now. I have just let out a loud sigh, which I felt I would share with you. Still, I think I'd rather watch this than a David Starkey documentary. Andrew Roberts needs his own history series... and fast.
Monday, 3 August 2009
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