Netflix Dramedy Overindulges to a Fault

A Netflix retelling of Giovanni Boccaccio’s The Decameron was not essentially on my 2024 bingo card—however in hindsight, it in all probability ought to have been. Showrunner Kathleen Jordan’s medieval romp is completely of our period, regardless of going down within the 14th century. In spite of everything, it’s held up by none aside from the 4 horsemen of the present media zeitgeist: the anachronistic historic dramedy (see: Dickinson, My Woman Jane, Bridgerton), the “eat the wealthy” canon (see: White Lotus, The Menu, Triangle of Unhappiness), the schadenfreude of watching fairly, petty individuals revert to base instincts whereas trapped in a single place (see: all of actuality tv, particularly Massive Brother, Love Island, and Bachelor in Paradise), and the irritating development of ever-increasing runtimes (see: every thing ever). There’s additionally a darkish horse at its middle: it’s, unapologetically, in regards to the pandemic—one thing most media has shied away from depicting.

It helps, absolutely, that the central pandemic of The Decameron is a far much less current, much more mythologized one. All of the soapy drama and raunchy slapstick stem from the characters’ determined makes an attempt to dam out the devastating actuality of the Black Loss of life, which continues to ravage Italy with no indicators of stopping. For all of the liberties the sequence takes with the supply materials—and there are many; it’s a unfastened adaptation the best way a poncho is a unfastened rain jacket—it could be close to unattainable to have any model of The Decameron not revolve across the plague. Boccaccio’s well-known guide of brief tales is framed round it, with the tales in query all being advised by a gaggle of nobles trying to go the time as they conceal out from their native plague-ridden Florence in a phenomenal nation villa. Like a scooped bagel, Jordan’s adaptation takes the premise of a pandemic-induced Massive Brother scenario and hollows out the remainder, changing the bready goodness of Boccaccio’s mosaic with tons and many filling. And look, I like cream cheese as a lot as the following Jewish woman, however there may be such a factor as an excessive amount of of it, at which level I simply begin feeling a bit sick. Regardless of the sequence’ noble makes an attempt at class commentary and pandemic reverence, The Decameron gorges so completely—and for hour-long episodes at a time—on zany shenanigans of each bloodlust and common lust that it fails to go away a lot of a significant impression past a basic sense of extra. It’s not dangerous, per se; I simply want there was rather less of it. 

The Decameron is a real ensemble present, its characters preventing over screentime and one another in equal measure. Women’ Zosia Mamet performs Pampinea, the aged (learn: 28) lady of the home, presiding over the villa within the conspicuous absence of her betrothed fiance, whom she’s by no means truly met. What she lacks in real connection to her lacking future husband she makes up for in pathological obsession and diabolical energy journeys, which her handmaiden Misia (Derry Women’ Saoirse-Monica Jackson, who places these large eyes of hers to work in each scene) is the foremost recipient of. Their relationship typically feels akin to Veep’s Selina Meyer along with her bagman Gary Walsh, in all its poisonous, mutually dependent glory. Whereas Jackson is the Gary in that dynamic, Tony Hale (of Arrested Improvement and, sure, Veep fame) dons his typical manic, desperate-to-please, only a tad unhinged typecast to function the villa’s steward, a pointy distinction to the steely frustration of Stratilia (Leila Farzad), the long-suffering prepare dinner. There’s attractive physician Dioneo (Amar Chadha-Patel, who rightfully referred to as his character a “medieval fuckboy”) and his hypochondriac affected person, the misogynistic, socially challenged nobleman Tindaro (Douggie McMeekin), who would really feel proper at dwelling on Reddit and in a fedora. And I might be remiss to not point out the lavender marriage between the hyper-religious and hyper-horny Neifile (Lou Gala) and the surprisingly likable opportunist Panfilo (Karan Gill). Stealing the present, although, is Intercourse Training’s Tanya Reynolds, who manages to carry a plausible humanity to the eccentric Licisca, a longtime servant to the bratty Filomena (Jessica Plummer) earlier than, on a violent whim, taking the mantle of noblewoman for herself. The present’s plot is straightforward: 1) These superbly costumed persons are trapped in a beautiful Italian villa collectively. 2) Hijinks ensue. 

Like many Netflix originals, The Decameron is commonly closely tropey, however in contrast to its friends, that’s a truth it’s gleefully conscious of and sometimes explicitly leaning into. And whereas that’s enjoyable for a time, this purposeful soapiness makes not solely its twists and turns however its jokes at giant really feel all too telegraphed effectively prematurely. Whereas some characters do develop and develop, they’re precisely those you’ll count on; others solely sink to decrease depths, all the time within the methods you anticipate. The present is humorous in a broad sense—it’s humorous to look at individuals act like idiots, certain. However when the baseline is so out-there, when every thing is so over-the-top, it’s arduous for any second to face out, for any joke to startle amusing out of the viewer. Particularly in Decameron’s early episodes, it feels as if the sequence has about three jokes that it simply repeats at louder and louder decibels, each outdoing the final iteration by way of sheer zaniness: God-obsessed Neifile desires to leap a person’s bones (and so does her husband), the unbearable Dioneo is, in reality, unbearable, Pampinea is—gasp!—28, and so forth and so forth.

Essentially the most distinctive facet of The Decameron is, oddly sufficient, its willingness to interact (a minimum of by proxy) with Covid-19—it’s not the one media that’s tried, actually, but it surely comes nearer to one thing approximating success than most others within the pandemic style, which usually do little greater than make you cringe in recognition. Decameron is unusual to look at in our (largely) post-Covid existence in the present day; we could really feel tempted to roll our eyes on the characters’ makes an attempt to dam out the plague by shoving flowers up their nostrils, but it surely’s arduous to guage them too harshly, contemplating the so-called chief of the free world as soon as urged injecting bleach into the human physique to struggle off our personal trendy virus. There’s a sure kinship there, it’s true. Nonetheless, a lot of Jordan’s Decameron falls in need of really capturing the expertise of the pandemic—the calling card of that period was isolation, so it’s arduous to look at a Bachelor in Paradise-esque (and, typically, surprisingly violent) free-for-all and see a lot of ourselves in it. After I say I resorted to my “base instincts” throughout Covid, I imply I sat on my sofa feeling dangerous about myself whereas doom-scrolling by means of Twitter so lengthy my eyes glazed over. I don’t imply that I began making an attempt to set individuals on hearth.

In a number of methods, Covid was a interval of stagnation for many people privileged sufficient to efficiently quarantine—of not figuring out what to do with ourselves, or the best way to discover objective in a life placed on maintain by world paranoia and the fixed (much more so than typical) concern of dying, or the best way to face the juxtaposition of 1 class’s self-imposed but peaceable home arrest with the truth that “important employees” have been pressured to labor on regardless. That’s one thing Boccaccio’s authentic Decameron excelled at depicting: his is a story of individuals telling one another tales for lack of the rest to try this would distract themselves from the devastation occurring simply past their partitions. The lavish chaos of the tales being advised are starkly contrasted with the nonetheless, purgatorial existence of the nobles who don’t have anything to do however sit, speak, wait, and pray, in addition to with the horrors confronted by these unfortunate sufficient to go with out that privilege. Jordan’s Decameron, nevertheless, is altogether too busy—each too busy to correctly seize that pandemic feeling, and too busy, interval. 

Maybe it’s this too-many-fingers-in-too-many-pies high quality that impressed the sequence to carve out practically an hour for every episode—that means that the present clocks in at round eight hours in whole, which is… fairly a very long time, for a present as always over-the-top as this. Extra and extremity aren’t essentially dangerous in and of themselves, however mockingly, they work finest when in tandem with decisive restraint—of which The Decameron doesn’t possess a lot (if it did, maybe the present could be the half-hour caper it desires so badly to be). Zaniness and wackiness are all effectively and good, however when every thing, from the jokes to the tears, is about at a ten for eight straight hours, it’s arduous to take care of enthusiasm, even when the present does. It will get, frankly, a bit wearying. 

The Decameron is just not all wackiness, nevertheless; Jordan makes many makes an attempt at real feeling in the direction of the top of the sequence’ run, however like the remainder of the present, they’re typically far too drawn out—overlong and extreme. Monologues abound within the remaining episodes, every character breaking down in tears as they lastly come to phrases with elements of themselves they’d slightly maintain hidden. However simply as nonstop, over-the-top antics lose their attraction after the freshness wears off, so too do emotional declarations. I discovered myself wishing for quieter moments, for a beat of respite occasionally—for connections fashioned and emotions felt with out grand expository signposting to ensure we see they’re there. Amidst all of it, there are genuinely illuminating, nice moments, like when a grieving Panfilo is advised, point-blank, that every thing is horrible and he won’t ever recuperate, and he stops in his tracks, unable to do something however chortle on the reality of it. However these bits typically really feel too few and much between—and they’re far between, contemplating that the episodes are, once more, an hour lengthy. 

The Decameron (Jordan’s, not Boccaccio’s) is evidently a number of issues. It’s “pandemic media,” by means of and thru; it’s a lusty slapstick a la medieval!Love Island, as actress Reynolds put it; it’s soapy drama chock stuffed with betrayals and tears; it’s a reasonably self-explanatory class commentary, with servants and masters waging catty warfare towards one another night time and day. One factor it’s not, nevertheless, is The Decameron (Boccaccio’s, not Jordan’s). The Netflix sequence takes the framing of Decameron, however none of its innards, save for a reference or two. And that’s a disgrace: The Decameron may truly work extremely effectively as an anthology present, with the surface plot persevering with across the edges of every episode’s “day” of tales. 

I’m actually no prude for historic reverence (as an example, I liked the sheer ridiculousness of My Woman Jane’s different historical past, whereby the “different” in query had rather a lot to do with the inexplicable presence of Animorphs-style shapeshifters) however by altering the premise so dramatically, Jordan’s Decameron loses not solely its namesake, however its potential for originality. As a result of, when it comes right down to it, The Decameron does little that has not already been seen: it’s merely My Woman Jane + Love Island + White Lotus. And because it’s so busy making an attempt to perform all three of these oeuvres without delay—whereas additionally trying to determine a cohesive pandemic narrative—it falls just a bit shy of a hit in anyone class. It’s enjoyable to glut your self on, but it surely’s extra an indulgence than a satisfying meal, and by the point you attain the top, it’s arduous to not want you (just like the characters) had indulged rather less.

The Decameron is now streaming on Netflix.