Vidago Palace - Episode 1
I'll have to make a list of every period show I have ever watched and get my head around which ones I want to see featured here.
But, for now, I'll just start with the one I'm currently watching - Vidago Palace - a Portuguese-Gallician production that takes place in the Northeast of Portugal, in the province of Trás-os-Montes, in 1936.
Mind you, in 1936, Portugal was a dictatorship, Spain was in the early stages of a devastating Civil war and the world, in general, was going down the drain. Fun times...
In this cheerful scenario, we find our protagonist, Carlota. Daughter of the Counts of Vimieiro, she is considered a crème de la crème of society.
And she's pretty too!
Here we can see her in a nice and summery shirt/skirt combo. My only doubt here goes out to the lack of a petticoat (I think the fabric we can see there is the skirt's lining), which I think wouldn't happen.
All in all it's a nice, classy combination - crisp white blouse, dusty rose skirt and white shoes that wouldn't last long on those rocks. Also, no hat, missy? Your mother taught you better than that!
Here we can take a better look at the ensemble.
The short-sleeved white blouse, with a sort of a mandarin collar going on. The necklace seems to be matching the dusty pink skirt. I wouldn't go for that specific necklace, but I'm not the one in 1930's period costume, am I?
There's a dainty wristwatch, also in pink and the a-line skirt itself.
The hair is a lovely side-parted bob, which looks really good on her.
This first introductory scene is very cringey and chock-full of continuity errors, but hey, the show was was entertaining enough to keep me going to the end and the star-crossed lovers had to meet somewhere. Might as well be buck naked in a little pond/river/body of water. Nothing to hide from the get-go!
But I digress.
And so, the family gets to the Vidago Palace Hotel - little bit of History trivia, Vidago Palace was the last palace built for the Portuguese monarchy - and hotel owner is very excited about the new golf course they were about to open.
Father dearest, Martim, is rocking the 'sportsman' look with his two-tone suit in navy and grey. He is looking sharp in double-breasted blazer with golden buttons and wide-legged trousers. We can see he and the hotel owner talked about the matching spectator shoes, because why wouldn't they?
Martim also lacks a hat, which is both unfortunate and a dumb move in August, in Trás-os-Montes. That's how you get a heat stroke, Martim!
We can see Martim is a very fashionable, albeit broke aristocrat, as he managed to match his outfit with a tie that is both navy blue and grey. Good show, sir!
It's good to see they got the whole Superman shoulders right, but I would pinch those blazers' waists a wee bit more. But that's me and I'm not a tailor. Clearly.
I just think it's amazing that all of them rode for hours to get there (mind you, that is remote!), in a convertible and they all look as fresh as a bunch of cucumbers. I am officially jelly.
So, as I was cheerfully narrating, they get to the hotel and mother, Lívia, could be on a boat if she so wished! A boat? What am I talking about? She could be on a fancy, fancy yacht!
A navy and white striped canellée cardigan with a crisp white a-line skirt and a wide-brimmed hat (yay! a hat at last!) and shoes to match. She shows her lineage through her rows and rows of pearls and her character through her fan. Mama is also on time with a nice white wristwatch.
We can see she was not one to get a glove tan-line here, as she decided to show off her cherry red manicure.
Carlota, on the other hand, is looking very girly and innocent, with a floral print on a pastel green backdrop. I'm not sure about the little black/brown bow, but to each his own.
Also she, on the other hand, does not mind the tan line and got herself a pair of minty green gloves and a matching purse.
I'm glad to see she could manage to get a hat in the meantime. A floral one, at that, 'cause there is a theme going on here.
They are greeted by César Augusto, Carlota's soon to be groom and we immediately know he is a no-good douchebag because a) we have met the love interest earlier and he was naked and b) César is rocking the 1930's villain moustache.
I could never really be sure who these ladies were. I don't know if they were supposed to have some more air-time and they had to cut it, for some reason or if I just got lost...
We know that the blond ran away from the war in Spain, which we totally understand, and that she is a widower. The brunnete one is her niece and I'm not really sure what is going on with her...
But, hey, hats, blouses. I can dig that!
Just a quick shout-out to Carlota's best friend, São. Those are pants! White shirt, navy trousers and red gloves and belt, because she is a wild one, obviously!
But, anyway, Carlota makes a beeline to the front desk to find news about our buck-naked hero who, we learned, used to work at the hotel. But his father, the receptionist, tells her he has run off to Spain, to fight in the war.
Crème de la crème is devastated as concièrge father gives her a box Pedro has returned to her before heading off into the unknown. The scoundrel gave back their photos... The nerve!
We are clearly dealing with an upstairs/downstairs romance here. We can tell that from the sackcloth bundles they carry with God knows what.
We can also tell Mother Lívia dearest is going to hate her new in-laws.
Those darned noveaux-riches with their turbans, crazy patterns and Brazilian music!
It's a good thing they have money or, otherwise, the conservative aristocracy would never stoop down to their level!
So, yeah, Brazilian in-laws are loaded and are not afraid to show it which is convenient because our beloved aristocrats were just downgraded from the suite to a plain old room... the gall!
And, my oh my, what do we have here? A complete display of dull beige and its nuances really into the opening ceremony of the 1936 Olympic Games (and we all know how they went. Go Jesse Owens!!).
The gentleman on the left is not happy about it because there's a nazi in the room and, boy, do they ruin the mood.
The nazi is, of course, the bald man, happy to go on about his Fatherland and clearly unable to read the room. Good to see he makes a spectacle of himself. No one likes a nazi, mister!
Oh, and what's this? A spy? Could be... He's rude enough not to take his hat indoors and it's slightly askew. There's no trench coat in sight, but it's August, so we'll let it pass.
Besides, he's giving people a sideway glance, so we just know he's onto something!
Cue onto César-the-groom and we learn he is into gambling, treating employees like crap and looking at other women. Such a nice guy.
In the meantime, Pedro is held at gunpoint by people who need to cross the border as they are anti-regime and we all know what regimes do to said people.
Dolores, the woman who is being hunt down by the Spanish police, is wearing nice, practical clothes as would any sensible runaway. Although, and I can't stress this enough, it's August and she is wearing a whole lot of layers.
Then we just see a bunch of back and forth and learn that the spy guy has a gun and likes to gaze out the windows and the nazi is trying to strike a deal with a Portuguese guy. Ping-pong again to the rebels and back to Carlota!
She is having a heart-to-heart talk with her posher-than-posh Mama about how love matters and sentimental stuff like that. Of course, Mama is more interested in keeping the good family name respectable and afloat and tells her she only met her husband on the day they got engaged, which leaves us wondering if she got married in the 1500's instead of 1918-ish.
And, lo and behold, it's dinnertime. How time flies.
Here, we can see the on-duty know-all spinster sisters, very matronly dressed and sporting a cake-full... sorry, face full of make-up. Easy there, ladies. There are no department stores in Trás-os-Montes to replace that bucket of paint you just plastered all over your faces.
In contrast, Widower and Niece are looking very fresh and light, ready to enjoy their evening meal and maybe be on the hunt for a husband or something like that. You never know!
Here we can see the detail of the back of Carlota's salmon evening dress. The sequins give it a nice touch but it does look better from the front.
Brazilian mother-in-law is wearing yet another turban, because reasons, alongside a teal silk dress with puffy sleeves and a sort of botanical embroidery going on in the front.
Best friend São is very elegant in a gauzy white dress and matching gloves. Another point to best friend São!
No idea who these people are, but just look how sassy they look!
During dinner, groom César gives Carlota a nice necklace and she gives him a medal of honour one of her ancestors won on the battlefield over a hundred years ago. He is clearly unimpressed. It's not something he can wear on a day-to-day basis, after all...
Here we can see the detail on Carlota's dress. There's some weird fabric action going on there, but, overall, I think the sequins look very nice and the sleeves are flattering.
Did we mention César-the-groom was an asshole? He comes on too strong and no self-respecting woman would have any of that! Back off, mister or, as they did in the olden days, just grab the hem of your dress and run away dramatically.
First episode ends with a hammy correlation between a falling and shattering glass and an apparently shot and left to die Pedro, who had just been spotted by the police... But we know he's not dead because he's wearing plot armour.
Favourite outfits? São's wild child trouser and blouse combo and Carlota's evening dress. Does it come in black? I'll take it!!
But, for now, I'll just start with the one I'm currently watching - Vidago Palace - a Portuguese-Gallician production that takes place in the Northeast of Portugal, in the province of Trás-os-Montes, in 1936.
Mind you, in 1936, Portugal was a dictatorship, Spain was in the early stages of a devastating Civil war and the world, in general, was going down the drain. Fun times...
In this cheerful scenario, we find our protagonist, Carlota. Daughter of the Counts of Vimieiro, she is considered a crème de la crème of society.
And she's pretty too!
Here we can see her in a nice and summery shirt/skirt combo. My only doubt here goes out to the lack of a petticoat (I think the fabric we can see there is the skirt's lining), which I think wouldn't happen.
All in all it's a nice, classy combination - crisp white blouse, dusty rose skirt and white shoes that wouldn't last long on those rocks. Also, no hat, missy? Your mother taught you better than that!
Here we can take a better look at the ensemble.
The short-sleeved white blouse, with a sort of a mandarin collar going on. The necklace seems to be matching the dusty pink skirt. I wouldn't go for that specific necklace, but I'm not the one in 1930's period costume, am I?
There's a dainty wristwatch, also in pink and the a-line skirt itself.
The hair is a lovely side-parted bob, which looks really good on her.
This first introductory scene is very cringey and chock-full of continuity errors, but hey, the show was was entertaining enough to keep me going to the end and the star-crossed lovers had to meet somewhere. Might as well be buck naked in a little pond/river/body of water. Nothing to hide from the get-go!
But I digress.
And so, the family gets to the Vidago Palace Hotel - little bit of History trivia, Vidago Palace was the last palace built for the Portuguese monarchy - and hotel owner is very excited about the new golf course they were about to open.
Father dearest, Martim, is rocking the 'sportsman' look with his two-tone suit in navy and grey. He is looking sharp in double-breasted blazer with golden buttons and wide-legged trousers. We can see he and the hotel owner talked about the matching spectator shoes, because why wouldn't they?
Martim also lacks a hat, which is both unfortunate and a dumb move in August, in Trás-os-Montes. That's how you get a heat stroke, Martim!
We can see Martim is a very fashionable, albeit broke aristocrat, as he managed to match his outfit with a tie that is both navy blue and grey. Good show, sir!
It's good to see they got the whole Superman shoulders right, but I would pinch those blazers' waists a wee bit more. But that's me and I'm not a tailor. Clearly.
I just think it's amazing that all of them rode for hours to get there (mind you, that is remote!), in a convertible and they all look as fresh as a bunch of cucumbers. I am officially jelly.
So, as I was cheerfully narrating, they get to the hotel and mother, Lívia, could be on a boat if she so wished! A boat? What am I talking about? She could be on a fancy, fancy yacht!
A navy and white striped canellée cardigan with a crisp white a-line skirt and a wide-brimmed hat (yay! a hat at last!) and shoes to match. She shows her lineage through her rows and rows of pearls and her character through her fan. Mama is also on time with a nice white wristwatch.
We can see she was not one to get a glove tan-line here, as she decided to show off her cherry red manicure.
Carlota, on the other hand, is looking very girly and innocent, with a floral print on a pastel green backdrop. I'm not sure about the little black/brown bow, but to each his own.
Also she, on the other hand, does not mind the tan line and got herself a pair of minty green gloves and a matching purse.
I'm glad to see she could manage to get a hat in the meantime. A floral one, at that, 'cause there is a theme going on here.
They are greeted by César Augusto, Carlota's soon to be groom and we immediately know he is a no-good douchebag because a) we have met the love interest earlier and he was naked and b) César is rocking the 1930's villain moustache.
I could never really be sure who these ladies were. I don't know if they were supposed to have some more air-time and they had to cut it, for some reason or if I just got lost...
We know that the blond ran away from the war in Spain, which we totally understand, and that she is a widower. The brunnete one is her niece and I'm not really sure what is going on with her...
But, hey, hats, blouses. I can dig that!
Just a quick shout-out to Carlota's best friend, São. Those are pants! White shirt, navy trousers and red gloves and belt, because she is a wild one, obviously!
But, anyway, Carlota makes a beeline to the front desk to find news about our buck-naked hero who, we learned, used to work at the hotel. But his father, the receptionist, tells her he has run off to Spain, to fight in the war.
Crème de la crème is devastated as concièrge father gives her a box Pedro has returned to her before heading off into the unknown. The scoundrel gave back their photos... The nerve!
We are clearly dealing with an upstairs/downstairs romance here. We can tell that from the sackcloth bundles they carry with God knows what.
We can also tell Mother Lívia dearest is going to hate her new in-laws.
Those darned noveaux-riches with their turbans, crazy patterns and Brazilian music!
It's a good thing they have money or, otherwise, the conservative aristocracy would never stoop down to their level!
So, yeah, Brazilian in-laws are loaded and are not afraid to show it which is convenient because our beloved aristocrats were just downgraded from the suite to a plain old room... the gall!
And, my oh my, what do we have here? A complete display of dull beige and its nuances really into the opening ceremony of the 1936 Olympic Games (and we all know how they went. Go Jesse Owens!!).
The gentleman on the left is not happy about it because there's a nazi in the room and, boy, do they ruin the mood.
The nazi is, of course, the bald man, happy to go on about his Fatherland and clearly unable to read the room. Good to see he makes a spectacle of himself. No one likes a nazi, mister!
Oh, and what's this? A spy? Could be... He's rude enough not to take his hat indoors and it's slightly askew. There's no trench coat in sight, but it's August, so we'll let it pass.
Besides, he's giving people a sideway glance, so we just know he's onto something!
Cue onto César-the-groom and we learn he is into gambling, treating employees like crap and looking at other women. Such a nice guy.
In the meantime, Pedro is held at gunpoint by people who need to cross the border as they are anti-regime and we all know what regimes do to said people.
Dolores, the woman who is being hunt down by the Spanish police, is wearing nice, practical clothes as would any sensible runaway. Although, and I can't stress this enough, it's August and she is wearing a whole lot of layers.
Then we just see a bunch of back and forth and learn that the spy guy has a gun and likes to gaze out the windows and the nazi is trying to strike a deal with a Portuguese guy. Ping-pong again to the rebels and back to Carlota!
She is having a heart-to-heart talk with her posher-than-posh Mama about how love matters and sentimental stuff like that. Of course, Mama is more interested in keeping the good family name respectable and afloat and tells her she only met her husband on the day they got engaged, which leaves us wondering if she got married in the 1500's instead of 1918-ish.
And, lo and behold, it's dinnertime. How time flies.
Here, we can see the on-duty know-all spinster sisters, very matronly dressed and sporting a cake-full... sorry, face full of make-up. Easy there, ladies. There are no department stores in Trás-os-Montes to replace that bucket of paint you just plastered all over your faces.
In contrast, Widower and Niece are looking very fresh and light, ready to enjoy their evening meal and maybe be on the hunt for a husband or something like that. You never know!
Here we can see the detail of the back of Carlota's salmon evening dress. The sequins give it a nice touch but it does look better from the front.
Brazilian mother-in-law is wearing yet another turban, because reasons, alongside a teal silk dress with puffy sleeves and a sort of botanical embroidery going on in the front.
Best friend São is very elegant in a gauzy white dress and matching gloves. Another point to best friend São!
No idea who these people are, but just look how sassy they look!
During dinner, groom César gives Carlota a nice necklace and she gives him a medal of honour one of her ancestors won on the battlefield over a hundred years ago. He is clearly unimpressed. It's not something he can wear on a day-to-day basis, after all...
Here we can see the detail on Carlota's dress. There's some weird fabric action going on there, but, overall, I think the sequins look very nice and the sleeves are flattering.
Did we mention César-the-groom was an asshole? He comes on too strong and no self-respecting woman would have any of that! Back off, mister or, as they did in the olden days, just grab the hem of your dress and run away dramatically.
First episode ends with a hammy correlation between a falling and shattering glass and an apparently shot and left to die Pedro, who had just been spotted by the police... But we know he's not dead because he's wearing plot armour.
Favourite outfits? São's wild child trouser and blouse combo and Carlota's evening dress. Does it come in black? I'll take it!!
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