I am Spartacus

As you might have guessed, Thursday is movie day. Not sure why you would've guessed that, but I suppose anything is possible. On tap for today: a Spartacus marathon. A marathon by virtue of the fact that Spartacus is so long. This is a Spartacus festival of sorts, celebrating the theme with pizza and other similarly Roman festivities, presided over by the Fisher King, elevated to the position of Emperor for the day. I've lost you by now, so I'll move on. A note about Spartacus: he's just led a slave rebellion of sorts, and now a band of malnourished gladiator trainees are ravishing the countryside and bathing in the gold of their oppressors. Awesome. I was further excited to find that the removal of Laurence Olivier's brilliant and sensual seduction of Tony Curtis - perhaps the most Roman event in the film - has been reversed in perpetuity by Hollywood liberals. This unfortunate censorship was championed by the wayward Legion of Decency, an evil holdover from the first half of the 20th century. Also restored was a simply wonderful scene where (thanks to a one-armed man) we got to see Spartacus sever an arm. Bottom Line: this movie kicks Gladiator's ass.