For a miniseries about the construction of a church, The Pillars of the Earth is one unholy affair. It's got arson, rape, torture, witchcraft, incest, urophilia, mutilation, infanticide, regicide, genocide and what I believe to be the first TV prison escape built around baby poop.
In short, it's a whale of a lot of fun.
Based on Ken Follett's gazillion-selling 1989 novel, this eight-hour miniseries is an exercise in delicious depravity and titillating treachery. Even the good guys are perfidious swine when they need to be, which is practically always. Read my full review in Thursday's Miami Herald.
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