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Rome (2005-2007) really should have been given another season.

It’s your classic HBO series that deals with the upper echelons and the gutter, the senate and the Aventine, Caesar, Pompey, Mark Anthony, Octavian – Roman Republic to Empire and buttressed perfectly by the characters Lucius Vorenus and Titus Pullo, these based on two centurions mentioned in Caesar’s Commentaries on the Gallic War. James Purefoy especially excels here as the dashing and charismatic Anthony. He’s Bond material (he did actually audition twice for the role and almost got it).

Rome doesn’t skirt from the depravity, the rituals and religious sacrifices of the era, and the creative use of naughty language is funny as hell. It succeeds so well at building a world and bringing that period to life, but these people also talk like we do; there’s none of this long-winded theatricality to the wordplay. The spectacle and ambition of the show is unrivalled for its time. The first season is nigh on perfection yet the second so very rushed; they were clearly tying everything together and trying to end the story in a satisfying way.

Apparently they just didn’t have the money to make any more of them which is a shame because it’s rather great.

And what an opening title sequence:

Further reading/viewing:

https://www.empireonline.com/tv/reviews/rome-season-1-review/

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Rome memories.

A few snaps from my Rome sojourn popped up on one of those memories/flashback social media feeds that continue to remind me to jettison the silly things. But here I am, to share my profound thoughts and sublime snaps with the world.

This was back in 2015 on a trip which also took in Milan and Venice. Rome was legit stunning to look at, but it could have been so much better without a few garish elements; rather than just have the actual remnants of antiquity remaining as … well, themselves, there loitered a whole parade of local cretins decked out in Praetorian Guard clobber and the like. It stank of tacky tourism.

The Colosseum would have also been that slightly more monumental if the local authorities (or UNESCO or whoever has ‘claim’) removed the shitty parked cars circling the arena. No one wishes to see a banged-up Fiat (or any other variety of motor) plonked outside Russell Crowe’s stomping ground.

I suppose all our venerated treasures are like this; they come with a side order of cringe. And yes, those are needless ‘vintage’ filters I stuck on the images.

2015 was a bad year for me. Clearly.

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Ennio Morricone tour.

Ennio-Morricone-201114I first heard Ennio Morricone emanating from a dusty 4:3 TV in 1999. It was quite the introduction. For a Few Dollars More (1965) was on and I must confess it was the music that sucked me in rather than the story; I’d simply never heard of anything even remotely like it before. These days, on a Saturday afternoon attempting to trot off flab from a surfeit of Friday night booze, I on occasion find myself panting past our local Edinburgh prison to the very same maestro whom I ‘met’ in ’99, The Mission (1986) theme carrying me to the finish line.

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Claudia Cardinale in Once Upon a Time in the West (1968).

The Italian’s music is synonymous with American cinema, just as his friend, compatriot and collaborator Sergio Leone is in the vanguard of Americana. Looking back at those Leone masterworks, seldom has music so perfectly been synced to visuals. And it is telling to know that the score was indeed played on set and the shots aligned to its rhythm.

His final live performances have arrived this year. I hate to say ‘swansong’ but one wonders where Morricone continues to muster the energy from at 90 years of age. His upcoming concerts are in Antwerp, Dublin, Verona, and the last showings in June – six nights in a row – at the Terme di Caracalla in Rome. One must truly experience The Ecstasy of Gold at these splendid Roman baths.

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Terme di Caracalla, Rome.

One expects an anthology – this a fucking hell of a task to cherry-pick from over 500 scores – of some of the most operatic and iconic music to have emerged from 20th century cinema. Ennio Morricone is a trooper.

Further reading/viewing:

http://www.enniomorricone.org/events/

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2018/nov/27/ennio-morricone-review-o2-arena-london

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PA9Y9qLAgjA

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Death *of* Venice.

Venice was pure decadence; it reminded me of the decline of the Amberson family in Welles’s semi-forgotten masterwork, or more aptly the great ball sequence that closes The Leopard (1963). There was a sense about the place that I was walking the streets and traversing the canals of a city on the edge of time, an opulent remnant grasping on to another era. That bygone age becoming more irrelevant and forgotten by the day, it is now eroded by the pernicious intents of globalisation, nowhere more evident than in the installation of garish vending machines in the city’s piazzas.

 

Declared world heritage status by UNESCO, Venice now houses only 55,000 permanent inhabitants who must endure up to 30,000 cruise ship passengers a day, with an estimate 22 million visitors a year swarming into the archaic Republic.

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Revolting scenes. Photo: World Monument Scenes.

Venetians blame this tourism for the miniscule, still dwindling population. The catechism is that tourists’ need for short-term accommodation increases rent prices, with much available property utilised by landlords for holiday rentals as opposed to residents or long-term tenants. It’s an issue of space, and Venice can’t be built *upwards*. As summed up by UNESCO: “The capacity of the city, the number of its inhabitants and the number of tourists is out of balance and causing significant damage to the city.”

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The ‘hordes’.

The Queen of the Adriatic is no doubt in need of more than a lick of paint, such is the deterioration of its buildings and canals through simply too many people cramming into such a tiny lagoon. But without the hordes of holidaymakers, and I am one of these vermin myself, Venice would surely melt away into Atlantis, a world unto itself, and though there’s something bittersweet and fatally beautiful about such a proposition, it demands an economy that ticks, and its permanent residents, however grating the experience, depend upon the premise of tourists spunking their bum bags of cash up the wall (or into the lagoon).

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There’s an argument that as something becomes more accessible it loses its aura, especially where cities are concerned, as if tourism is still the grand pursuit of the elite. Those days (I hope) are over. What must be done – the repairs, the concerted efforts by city administrators to study, manage, and maintain the integrity of its structures – has been thoroughly articulated by UNESCO. Speed limits on motor boats (to prevent wave erosion) and a buffer zone around the lagoon are just a couple of the common sense solutions that have yet to be implemented. A masterpiece needs periodic renovation, constant conservation, and the consultation of its most vital components – its makers.

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For further reading, please check out the following:

Italian Environment Fund: http://www.fondoambiente.it/

Shocking facts: http://theartnewspaper.com/news/conservation/how-italy-stopped-venice-being-put-on-unesco-s-heritage-in-danger-list/

Residents rather vexed: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/travel/news/tempers-flare-in-venice-as-angry-protesters-block-cruise-ships/

 

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