We were in Best Buy buying a replacement keyboard. I have killed more keyboards than I care to count. This particular keyboard murder wasn’t my fault – Gordon’s keyboard quit. As an aside, I have G710+ now and I’ve had it for over 6 months and it is still alive and none of the letters rubbed off. So yay, gaming keyboards. Now Gordon got one too. Apparently the old adage of you get what you pay for holds true for keyboards.
Anyway, on our way out, Gordon grabbed a Blue Ray of BBC’s Three Musketeers. I said that we haven’t even watched the show, to which he said, “It’s Three Musketeers. You will probably like it.”
I have the best husband ever. I watched the first episode and I love it.
No, wait, that didn’t come out right.
There, that’s better. In case you’re wondering where the bizarre gif is from: here you go.
I don’t know what it is about Three Musketeers, or Dumas in general, but Russians are seriously obsessed with it. It almost rivals our obsession with Greek mythology.
I don’t know why Dumas. I’ve read the Accursed Kings by Druon and technically it was probably stronger then the Musketeer trilogy. Le Viscomte de Bragellone was just abysmal. But for some reason, we persist in love of Three Musketeers. It must be the characters.
Behold my evidence. Behold my evidence.
Three Musketeers the Musical.
Right now every Russian of my age reading this blog is cursing me, because we can all sing this song and it will now stay in your head for the whole day.
Three Musketeers, the Dog Edition. Also a musical. With English subtitles.
So, I am deliriously happy to have found the BBC series. I am hoping it doesn’t turn bad in the future episodes.
PS. When I watched the Three Musketeers at the age of four, my mother had some concerns because Constance dies. According to my family, I haven’t shed a tear during the death scene. When asked why, I apparently told them, “I don’t care about Constance. I want to be Milady!”
This hasn’t changed.