The New Pope
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I dont know about you, but I could use that right about now.
Doesnt it follow, then, that undistorted love could be the solution?
I couldnt look at him without crying.
Nor could I make it through the opening lines of Voiellos eulogy for his young friend.
Love your neighbor as yourself, Jesus says.
I have only one neighbor: you, Girolamo.
He seemed so moved by her presence, so grateful for the gift she brought him.
You could excise the entire Girolamo plot and still have an enormously rich, enormously entertaining episode of television.
You could focus, for example, on John Paul III himself.
Retreating from his responsibilities to the Vaticans ski chalet (!
This stuff was so hot I nearly caught fire.
Then there are the schemes of the resurgent Voiello, concocted in tandem with a gaggle of stealthy operatives.
No, Voiello corrects him, I am anappallingperson.
But useful, Cavallo chimes in.
Boy, is there ever.
So much its hard to know where to begin!
(Embarrassment leads not to abandonment, but unity.)
How about Sir John Brannoxs white winter wardrobe.
I could go on, and on, and on.
Its that rich a show.
I dont even know what to say about a TV show that can pull that off.
Thank you, I suppose?
