I did expect to be entertained, and I was, handsomely. I didn’t expect to be overawed by a tour-de-force of the writer’s art and I wasn’t. I didn’t expect to be moved mightily and I wasn’t. Whatever the reason, I popped in the ear buds, revved up the mower (or stepped on the train home from work, or cleaned the kitchen) and just enjoyed myself. Or maybe it’s just that, for all it has in common with Monte Cristo-opulence, flamboyance, high drama-this is first and foremost an unapologetically adventuresome adventure story. Maybe it’s because, unlike The Count of Monte Cristo, this story is set in the more distant past, a past that has been defined and mythologized in the popular imagination (mine included) by this very story. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen the 1973 Oliver Reed / Michael York / Frank Findlay / Richard Chamberlain movie repeatedly since high school. Everything You'd Expect.Which is A Good Thing
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