Tonight, a new Netflix adventure was begun. New for me. The show, Black Sails, set in 1715, was released in 2014. The show is described on a Wikipedia page as a “historical action adventure” and “period drama” that was written as a prequel to Robert Louis Stephenson’s Treasure Island, which I’m pretty sure I never read.
The show’s theme music hooked me from about the third note.
Heavy drum beats and the wail of what could be bagpipes get the blood pumping. Dance
steps and combinations pranced through my head. This is not the first time
theme music has lured me into a show. Westworld and Game of Thrones also had the same effect.
The main characters at the start of Black Sails are a bunch of
pirates who have arrived in port after being at sea. Even before they landed,
they seemed remarkably clean and healthy looking. More like the models on the
covers of romance novels than sailors living in close quarters, working on the
ship, and attacking and robbing other ships.
Clear and bright. |
Pearly whites. |
Of course, the women are lovely. A brothel is an important
location in the first three episodes of Black Sails, and there are lots of
lovely lasses wandering around, in many cases, topless. The men get to flash
their brilliant smiles, and the women get to flaunt their lovely bosoms. The parts
of clothing and artfully draped fabrics they wear are kind of nice, though.
Overall, it’s an interesting story about commerce and piracy politics on the high seas and in port. With eye candy. I give it a thumb up. A single thumb. I like it, but I don't love it. Except for the opening music, which I am quite smitten by.
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