
Fed up with South America’s heat, the Maya, lured by rumors of golden soil, migrate to Anatolia, settling near Bağcılar and blending their advanced techniques with Turkish tribal culture. Their rapid rise, however, alarms Byzantium: peace-loving Emperor Klitor III is an avid Maya admirer, but his scheming wife, Empress Klitorya V, and his brother Muhteris conspire to eliminate Klitor, then abduct all Maya women to the imperial dungeons. Their twisted plan? By “improving” Byzantine lineage with Maya genetics while the men take local wives—“only God should know loneliness”—they intend to dilute the Maya’s flawless DNA into common stock.
If you want to feel the rush, you have to take the risk.
It is as bad as your remember, and you are fortunate if you've never watched it. Keep it that way!
This is a film that is going to leave some people bored, and some people thrilled.
The way Jeannette has to deal with child neglect makes her insecure about her parents and how she was brought up and raised in the United States. This continues into adulthood, where Jeannette becomes a successful journalist and is frequently asked about her parents by others.
The quiet ache of guilt sitting at the dinner table, the silence after a truth is buried, and the way pain is passed down like a name.