I don’t get the pop culture references (Sechs Kies who?), I’m perplexed by the screaming (people in love whisper sweet nothings to each other, not yell their lungs out, eyes blazing), I like but am not enamored of the lead couple. (What?! Did you just say that? Are you feverish? How you crazy?) I also don’t remember behaving this puerile when I was eighteen. By that age I had already experienced the loss of a father and the wrath of a customer whose pristine white skirt I had just made un-pristine with a generous serving of Coke. Of the latter… okay, I have butter fingers but hey, it was my first job and no one told me that placing a tall glass at the edge of a tray was a bad idea.
It’s over, it’s over! But don’t tell me how it ended!
So The Princess’s Man aired its final episode last Thursday. Since that night a week ago, I’ve become a fugitive of sorts, lying low and appearing only when the coast is clear. Twitter, Soompi. Even my own post on the historical background of the drama. Any place where people might spill the beans on the ending became a minefield that I had to avoid. Because I have my own plans, you see. My own farewell party. This weekend I will watch Episodes 19-22 again. After that, I will watch, for the first time, Episodes 23-24.
Don’t be misled by the drama’s title. At the crux of The Princess’s Man (2011) is not a princess and her man, it is a king and his brother.
More precisely, a sickly king and his power-mad brother. A brother so ruthless he will kill his own family members if that will pave his way to the throne. Who is this man and is he for real? To uncover the answers, allow me to take you on a quick tour of the history behind this gripping drama (fifteen episodes devoured in four days). The last time I did something similar (the devouring, the researching, the writing) was for last year’s best drama, Jejoongwon. With nine more episodes to watch, I do not know if The Princess’s Man will be my drama of the year this time but a Top 3 placing looks almost certain. Just the political feuding alone has me on the edge of my seat and positively salivating.