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MORE NOISE When Commodus is killed off in 1964’s The Fall of the Roman Empire, his inaccurately depicted demise is shortcut blame for the dramatic decline of the Roman empire, but, as noted by historians, the evidentiary start of cutthroat corruption is probably during the era leading up to Caligula and that the fall would be roughly a four hundred year process. Audiences might have done research to know it’s true Commodus’s sister, Lucilla, was one of the principal conspirators behind an attempt in 182 AD to have him assassinated. Due to sloppy execution of the deed, the actual stabbers were apprehended before getting to him and, rounding up other co-conspirators, quickly dispatched. Except Lucilla, who was exiled to Capri along with three of her children, including a son named Lucius Verus, the offspring of a highly regarded emperor and military general with the same name. To prolong her agony in knowing she’d be next to feel the blade, Commodus waited several months before sending a henchman to slay her and one of her daughters who was also active in the conspiracy. The young Lucius—the very same Lucius who becomes the “hero” in Gladiator II—is thought to have died young, with no known cause, and absent even paltry biographical data, thus leaving gaps to be filled by scripters’ various suppositions, the most common being political familicide to eliminate an heir to power. Often targeted by group assassins, Commodus would get his in 192 AD, when his mistress Marcia, finding out by sheer chance she was at the top of his hit list written on a tablet, plotted with several allies in a race to kill him first. Poisoned wine and/or food was the initial method, which failed, then paying off the wrestler-athlete Narcissus to succeed in strangling him. (Set forth rather decently in Netflix’s Roman Empire: Reign of Blood series.) Making Lucilla a heroine in Gladiator, Ridley Scott allows further usage of the otherwise long-dead sister in Gladiator II. Sixteen years hence, she’s plotting more assassinations—particularly for two nincompoop brothers as co-emperors—during which she realizes that the new scrapper in town might be her lost son Lucius, who had been sent years before to a safe haven to protect him from a growing list of power-hungry enemies. Rising to Maximus-like glory and, equally expedient, turning out to be Max’s son, Lucius tries to save Mommie Lucilla from being the Colosseum’s next blood-thirst attraction. Gladiator II, as noisy as its progenitor, is more or less a scene-by-scene flipbook. What differences there are become negatively coincidental and false to history: Paul Mescal’s Hanno, soon to be known as Lucius Verus II, is out to kill Pedro Pascal’s Acacius who, as the Roman general invading the African kingdom of Numidia, killed Hanno’s wife in an act of collateral damage. Having enslaved Hanno, and carting him off to test any gladiator skills against ferocious baboons, Acacius returns as conquering hero to Rome and to his wife—the convenient Lucilla. Treacherous insider machinations galore result in the gladiatorial showdown between Acacius and Lucius, now popular champion in the Colosseum after dazzling the mob by felling a super grotesque rhinoceros with a smattering of dirt. The combat will reverse into anticlimax as a fuddle of conflictions when Lucius weighs the actions of his stepfather general in war and duty to empire and love of wife, playing out as a resurgence of the charged-up emotions and sleazy vicissitudes in Roman elite entanglements, which is to wonder why the writers didn’t this time out make Connie Nielsen a less republican Lucilla and more like Siân Phillips’s Livia. No doubt charmed by Scott’s schmoozing to play another baddie, Denzel Washington larks through his portrayal of the real Macrinus, one of the briefest reigns as emperor in Rome’s history. Getting some laughs, they’re not quite the same disbelieving kind heard when Jaws gets a nod during an enactment of a sea battle in the Colosseum. Before retiring, Scott needs to cap his career as Sam Bronston ghost not with the rumored threat of another Gladiator sequel but a remake of Sodom and Gomorrah, using Facebook’s Reels app to cast the eye candy to fulfill incel fantasies. Text COPYRIGHT © 2025 RALPH BENNER All Rights Reserved. |