Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to my latest installment in praise of the fine arts, my esteemed cinematic critique and film critic's review of the Spanish language television series Hispania, La Leyenda (2010-2012), starring Ana De Armas as Nerea.
Since you all know me as a genius film critic as proven by black and white photos of me with my sports coat slung over my shoulder, a corn cob pipe in my mouth, my chin resting pensively on my fist as my elbow rests on my raised knee as I stare into the distance like an aloof intellectual, you'll forget all about the fact that I barely understand and don't speak much Spanish at all. Instead you'll focus on how I feel about this show and the abstract concepts it portrays through action and imagery, the meat and potatoes of film! Who cares what they're saying? It matters more how they make you FEEL! Even more so when it serves as a vehicle to convey the might and the majesty of our beloved Roman forefathers, as interpreted by me! The respected film critic among a sea of unwashed plebeians on this site whose opinions are clearly lower than mine when it comes to the estimation of high culture.
Let us begin! Clearly the only reason anyone goes back to see any of this stuff a decade later is because it happens to star the lovely young Cuban-born actress Ana De Armas, initially based in Spain and before she took Hollywood by storm in recent years and shacked up with Ben Affleck in California. In the show she plays a very naughty bad "esclava" slave named Nerea, born in the 2nd century BC as a filthy rowdy Iberian barbarian babe in lands now considered provincial territories of Hispania by the Romans. She has the nerve to challenge the might and the majesty of Rome, and for being a bad girl she's spanked right on her butt and sent to bed without supper. That's the essence of the show really, and she's hardly the only bad barbarian bondage beauty who gets gagged and whipped across her butt in this show. It's a repetitive theme that slaps you, the viewer, over and over again, and really serves as the benchmark for the expression of the infinite wisdom and strength of the Senate and People of Rome (Senatus Populusque Romanus), if not the Roman man's burden in civilizing the barbaroi. If you're a fan of Roman law and order bringing Hispanics to heel, then this is the show for you!
Here's some samples of that for you to study for academic purposes (WARNING: uh, not entirely sure these violates the TWC TOS, but putting it in a spoiler anyway. There's no real nudity or graphic violence, and it's all in that sultry Spanish talk, so if there is a swear word or two I wouldn't even know about it.):
Even more Iberian barbarian bad girls getting it (starting to think the guy who made this show had something for BDSM, but I just can't put my finger on exactly how, though):
Here she is getting creeped on by old Roman dudes. To me, the esteemed film critic here, this seems like a fabulous metaphor for the central importance of the pater familias in Roman society and the lessons we can gain today about respecting our elders, especially when they demand to sleep with us in unquestionable servitude backed by the force of law. And by golly if they want to brand your skin with a hot iron to demonstrate their ownership of property, then so be it, you whippersnapper!
WARNING: okay, I'm pretty sure THIS one violates the TOS, so in a spoiler it goes, only because it actually shows the skin of her back being branded:
The show seems to explore the themes of the brutal cruelty of Roman domination and the persistent spirit of the pre-Roman Celtic peoples and Iberian-speaking natives of Spain in their fight for independence and survival of their distinct cultures. Too bad for them that they smell, might makes right, and Rome is better! I mean, just look at Nerea's wardrobe as she goes from being a dirty hill tribe barbarian to a classy chiton-wearing Greco-Roman goddess with her hair all trussed, permed and fixed up by a Roman barber or fellow chambermaids. Did the native Iberians have fancy barbers? They sure didn't! Iberians 0, Rome 1. Boo those classless barbarians, boo their lack of hot iron hair curlers! That alone makes Rome superior. The end.