We try, but we haven’t the time or the stamina to watch everything, nor to stick to things that no longer surprise and/or please. Ali was the last to leave, in this case, but she didn’t even see out Adam’s tenure, so this was a trip down memory lane purely for the love of the blog.
‘Spooks’ began in the wake of 9/11 as an exciting, plot-driven series for a whole new, paranoid world. MI5 had never looked so good nor had it had so many eager recruits. The writing was strong, the humour was weak, and the latter was what wore us out. Just how many hours of po-faced tension can one stand? Browsing the internet for a crash course in what we’d missed, we’ve sort of plugged the gaps: Ros, Jo, Lucas and the ever-rising star Ruth. Harry still frowning on proceedings. All set for the last ever series.
Deja vu is a double-edged sword. Harry! Ruth! Offices with acres of glass and screens! We could go on. In fact, we can't resist it: Russians! CIA chiefs! Fat-cat diplomats! Lines like, "Now is the time to make our move"! Explosions! And all in the first twenty minutes. It's like eating a tub of what used to be your favourite ice-cream and remembering that you stopped eating it because the last time it made you sick.
Which isn't to deny that what 'Spooks' does, it does well. It's well-paced, slick and involving. The rest of the cast could be anyone. Simon Russell Beale (forever Powell's Widmerpool), Lara Pulver, Max Brown et al have taken up the mantles of Robert Glenister, Tim McInnerny, Keeley Hawes, Hermione Norris, Matthew Macfadyen, David Oyelowo, Rupert Penry Jones and Richard Armitage. The list reads like several seasons of impressive rep casts at Stratford, playing the same parts. After nine previous series, there would have to be bona fide vampires and aliens to surprise the audience, so finality is probably a good move. (As an irregular viewer, Ali was still able to predict Erin's motherhood and Harry's fatherhood.)
Meanwhile... Harry goes into a library - not just any old library, an old-fashioned romantic one (the London Library?). He's followed by at least two people and he knows it. He pulls a folded note from the spine of a book. The ragged handwriting reads, "We have to meet. Tourmaline is in danger. Sharecropper." It's the sort of spy caper to have you wriggling on your cushions and chewing the wasabi popcorn. And never mind those elegant little Bond shooters, these guns are huge. What's not to love?
Deja vu is a double-edged sword. Harry! Ruth! Offices with acres of glass and screens! We could go on. In fact, we can't resist it: Russians! CIA chiefs! Fat-cat diplomats! Lines like, "Now is the time to make our move"! Explosions! And all in the first twenty minutes. It's like eating a tub of what used to be your favourite ice-cream and remembering that you stopped eating it because the last time it made you sick.
Which isn't to deny that what 'Spooks' does, it does well. It's well-paced, slick and involving. The rest of the cast could be anyone. Simon Russell Beale (forever Powell's Widmerpool), Lara Pulver, Max Brown et al have taken up the mantles of Robert Glenister, Tim McInnerny, Keeley Hawes, Hermione Norris, Matthew Macfadyen, David Oyelowo, Rupert Penry Jones and Richard Armitage. The list reads like several seasons of impressive rep casts at Stratford, playing the same parts. After nine previous series, there would have to be bona fide vampires and aliens to surprise the audience, so finality is probably a good move. (As an irregular viewer, Ali was still able to predict Erin's motherhood and Harry's fatherhood.)
Meanwhile... Harry goes into a library - not just any old library, an old-fashioned romantic one (the London Library?). He's followed by at least two people and he knows it. He pulls a folded note from the spine of a book. The ragged handwriting reads, "We have to meet. Tourmaline is in danger. Sharecropper." It's the sort of spy caper to have you wriggling on your cushions and chewing the wasabi popcorn. And never mind those elegant little Bond shooters, these guns are huge. What's not to love?
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