Television’s last excursion into papal politics—Showtime’s The Borgias, in which Renaissance bad boys Alexander VI (better known to history by his birth name, Rodrigo Borgia) and Guiliano della Rovere (the future Julius II, the guy who bullied Michaelangelo over painting the Sistine Chapel) boinked and butchered their way across Europe—was debauched.
The newest one, HBO’s The Young Pope, is merely dazed: stylistically, narratively, theologically. Part soap opera, part jeremiad, and part dark comedy, its various incarnations don’t always mesh very well. It strives for epic magnificence and falls well short of coherence.
And yet it’s kind of entertaining. In short, it’s the 2016 of TV series. Watch it, enjoy it, but don’t be surprised if you wake up with a hangover that feels like a Vladimir Putin lobotomy. Television critic Glenn Garvin explains.