This is the epitome of television, a true masterpiece which, in my opinion, can have no peer. It takes you through the best and the worst of emotions, and all the while you will feel the kind of twisted euphoria only possible when confronted with something of incredible beauty and terror. If there were no Evelyn Waugh to account for, it would be as if Visconti and Bergman were merged into one strange being and created this. Naturally, much is…
