In a world replete with greed, betrayal, sexual intrigue and rivalry, “Marco Polo” is based on the famed explorer’s adventures in Kublai Khan’s court in 13th century China.
The trailer caught my attention. I did some research on the show and found out that Netflix paid $90 million to make this series. I can’t fathom why. It was only 10 episodes, each about an hour long, and I struggled through each one. The story was boring, and I can’t recommend this to anyone.
It’s clear Netflix has lofty ambitions to turn Marco Polo into its new premiere offering, the kind of blockbuster it hopes people will only increase its cachet on the heels of buzzy titles like House of Cards and Orange Is the New Black. And from the start, it’s clear that this is meant to be a sweeping period piece unlike anything we’ve seen before. The problem is that it’s even more evident that the streaming company spared no expense cribbing HBO’s playbook in terms of style and tone. For all its scale, the whole thing just feels like Game of Thrones in China.
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