It […] ends with a crude but forceful intensification of the lust and blood of the Italian novella, complicated with the popular theme of scandalising the Pope and bemonstering the Jew.

RICHARD: The Franciscans have turned me down, Angelina. They have asked me to travel another road to sainthood. TOM: Richard is done with celibating!

The person at the apex of the production triangle is the showrunner: in short, the boss.

what can the Pope say more for his sackfull of traditions?