I watched Spartacus the other day and was reminded of every District Convention drama I've ever seen; the style of music, the style of cheesy 'olden times' garb, the way men treat women, the corny dialogue, the way the 'loose' women were supposed to have dressed (they all wore fluoro nylon shifts apparently, with gold braid criss-crossing their cleavage just so), the melodrama, the righteousness... ah the fifties.
And yet, it was still the most interesting thing that happened for three days, at any DC.