Reign. Silliness on the half-shell. Actually kind of entertaining…

Finally got around to watching this on Netflix. The elder queen is wonderful; so is King Henri. If it weren’t for her–and him—the whole thing would collapse. The younger gen shouldn’t have been given sharp dinner utensils.

As for historical accuracy—the ONE excuse for Nostradamus, the prophecy that made his fortune—is edited out. The Duc de Guise ain’t bad. But the fashion show is a hoot. The women are in fantasy drag and the men’s pants have belt-loops. This would seem a small thing, until you recall Sir Francis Drake (of the same era) and the striped poofy bloomers that were male fashion of the day. I’m sure we have not only belt-loops, but zippers. It’s as if they blew the budget on the brocades and embroidery for the women and got the men’s costumes off the rack at Walmart.

If you just give up totally on any sort of accuracy—Bash? Are you kidding? Maybe he spells it Baische…and a pagan kid named Pascal (Easter?) Twice, are you kidding? —–it’s a nice fantasy number. If they’d just called it a fantasy they’d have been less silly. Then we could have just declared we have belt-loops.