That Would Never Happen
"That Would Never Happen!" Dan and Ali write the real reviews of UK TV drama serials (stuff marketed as quality, if you please), telling it like it is rather than the my-mate's-the-director, I-get-party-invites, or the I-need-my-job reviews that often appear. Not to mention the I've-not-watched-it....
Tuesday 5 July 2016
Brief Encounters
It's 1982, and on television, that means two things: lurid clothes and furnishings and 'Now that's what I call music 1' on the soundtrack. We're in Sheffield, so 'Full Monty' territory, and what follows is in the mould of those feelgood British staples. Money is tight, and where it isn't, life is boring, and these circumstances bring together four women who sell Ann Summers sex products at tupperware-style parties. The local ladies think vibrators are blenders, while the husbands and partners are threatened or bemused by this liberated behaviour.
Challenging? No. Forgettable? Yes, especially as it hasn't obvious expansion room for further series. Performed (ahem) with gusto by a decent cast, but set to inspire a summer flirtation rather than a full-on holiday romance.
Labels:
1980s,
Angela Griffin,
Ann Summers,
Brief Encounters,
Drama,
ITV,
Penelope Wilton,
Sophie Rundle,
TV,
UK
New Blood
We can't help thinking this was made for BBC3 and, now that the channel has gone online, has found an uncomfortable home at 9pm on BBC1. Writer Anthony Horowitz was responsible for 'Foyle's War', but is best known as a children's author, and he has definitely pitched this at a young and liberal audience. The heroes are twenty-something, ethnic minority, professional Brits battling evil Big Pharma and the powers that be who have invested in them. There are weekly stories within a series narrative establishing a buddy-buddy relationship that generally feels like it's based on banter scripted by a middle-aged man, which of-course it is.
As a 7pm BBC3 offering it would pass muster, but the gimmicky filming and the making light of serious issues are a bad fit on the flagship channel at prime time.
Labels:
Aiysha Hart,
Anna Chancellor,
Anthony Horowitz,
Ariyon Bakare,
BBC1,
Ben Tavassoli,
Kimberly Nixon,
Mark Addy,
Mark Strepan,
New Blood,
review,
TV,
UK
Wednesday 22 June 2016
The Living and the Dead *spolers*
BBC1 has made this six-part series available for free as a box set on iPlayer and we couldn't resist. Ghosts! Period costumes! Manly chests! What more could we (well, Ali) want? Well, something a bit scarier maybe. Ashley Pharoah was the main brain behind 'Life on Mars', and there turned what should have been a very creepy concept into a lot of fun. It worked - at least in the first series - because of nostalgia for other cop shows as much as anything else.
This plays on traditional tropes from Thomas Hardy novels to MR James stories, but Pharoah clearly has a love of time travel narratives, and that doesn't fit quite so well here. Nathan Appleby (Colin Morgan) returns to his family farmhouse at Shepzoy in Somerset with young wife Charlotte (Charlotte Spencer) in 1894, and before you can say 'here be dragons, get thee back to London', very odd things start happening.
It's all cleverly done, weaving a contained tale per episode into the ongoing narrative involving Nathan's dead son Gabriel (they're always called Gabriel), but we can't help feeling that some of it is a tad clumsy. Why is there no mention of Gabriel's mother? Ah of-course, that's for series two. Throughout, various influences made themselves felt, notably The Others and the history of Hinton Ampner, and there was a conundrum at the end, in that we'd had have advanced combustion engines a whole lot sooner if farmers in 1894 really had discovered a submerged car in a field. We always have high hopes of a new ghost story, but this delivered few real scares, and resorted to cliches at times.
It also resorted, rather unforgiveably, to an anachronistic look for heroine Charlotte, who wouldn't draw many odd stares in 21st Century Notting Hill. Her attitude and that of her maid are also very liberated for the time. A shame when trouble has clearly been taken to create an atmosphere of a place where rural folklore was still strong, in music, look and tone. Presumably these aspects were thought to be more accessible to a modern audience. Should we even try to cherry-pick the past and must we make everything modern? It seems a manifestation of our disturbing current tendency to distrust anything 'other', but 'other' is what is so fascinating and compelling about the past - and ghost stories - after all.
Labels:
Alice Troughton,
Ashley Pharoah,
BBC1,
Charlotte Spencer,
Colin Morgan,
ghosts,
iPlayer,
The Living and the Dead
Europe - we have our say
So, for a round-up, we began with 'Locked Up', a sort of Spanish 'Prisoner Cell Block H' which blazed a trail in broadcasting terms by airing the first episode on a terrestrial channel and then releasing the rest online. It wasn't bad, and we can believe it got better, but catty women in orange uniforms weren't enough to drag us online to see more of them.
Then came 'Dicte - Crime Reporter' which is as cheesy as its title suggests. We're sure this is considered serious drama because it happens to be subtitled. Imagine the same scenes with the 80s American gloss of, say, 'Wonder Woman', or 'Murder She Wrote' and that's more the credibility level. What worked with the kitsch 1950s-set noir last year just seems rather odd as a supposedly grittier modern-day piece.
'Disparu' was a lot like 'The Killing', but set in Lyon. Spoilt young Lea Morel goes missing and everyone's a suspect. Rolled out quite well over eight episodes shown in four blocks, but the ending was contrived and opened more questions than it answered. Why was Lea so upset about her boyfriend's infidelity when she had been carrying on an affair of her own? How did the smart cops believe that Lea's loving uncle would just suddenly flip and batter her because she was crying? Would he and his daughter cover up a genuine accident, disposing of the body and managing to keep their stories straight through weeks of interrogations by the murder squad? As is so often the case, this was rather less than the sum of its parts.
And last, and probably least, comes 'Versailles'. There are many fascinating tales of the Sun King's court, but this curious Anglo-French hybrid favours sex, violence and terrible dialogue. And then more sex. Should we leave Europe, France will no doubt cease to fund dramas like this, which is the only decent argument for Brexit we've heard yet. An example of Louis XIV, to his sister-in-law and mistress, Henriette: "Our lives have blossomed in summer, but now the nights are drawing in...." We suspect if the real Louis had said any such thing, Henriette would have lost her head for laughing at her king. We'd rather re-read 'The Man in the Iron Mask' than watch another episode of this. 'Rome' and 'The Tudors' have a lot to answer for.
22.11.63
22.11.63 is an 8 part series from Stephen King (who wrote the original book) and JJ Abrams (producing), that deals with a man travelling back in time to prevent the assassination of JFK.
All time travel shows depend on a) the means of travelling back in time, and b) the rules you need to obey once you get there. Here it's pretty clunky - the means is a cupboard in a diner, and the rules are that i) you end up at the same time and place as a starting point each time, ii) that 2 minutes passes no matter how long you spend in the past, and iii) if you try to change history bad things happen.
The central premise is good, and apparently King thought of it in the early 70s. However it seems rooted in the past, because surely an American man in the 2010s would actually want to go back to stop 9/11 and the Gulf War, rather than keep JFK alive and (supposedly) then stop Vietnam.
It looks very glossy, and clearly has had lots of money spent on it. Why have one vintage car from the 1950s to set the scene when you can have about 30 parked up?
At this point, Dan's will to blog gave out. He didn't watch beyond episode one. Enough said.
All time travel shows depend on a) the means of travelling back in time, and b) the rules you need to obey once you get there. Here it's pretty clunky - the means is a cupboard in a diner, and the rules are that i) you end up at the same time and place as a starting point each time, ii) that 2 minutes passes no matter how long you spend in the past, and iii) if you try to change history bad things happen.
The central premise is good, and apparently King thought of it in the early 70s. However it seems rooted in the past, because surely an American man in the 2010s would actually want to go back to stop 9/11 and the Gulf War, rather than keep JFK alive and (supposedly) then stop Vietnam.
It looks very glossy, and clearly has had lots of money spent on it. Why have one vintage car from the 1950s to set the scene when you can have about 30 parked up?
At this point, Dan's will to blog gave out. He didn't watch beyond episode one. Enough said.
Labels:
Crime,
Drama,
JFK,
Sky,
Stephen King,
time-travel,
US
Saturday 30 April 2016
The Secret
In 1991, Colin Howell (James Nesbitt) is a Coleraine dentist and family man whose main recreation is a bible study group, until he meets married mother Hazel Buchanan (Genevieve O'Reilly), a local teacher, at the church. She then becomes his main hobby, because, err, God meant it to happen. Of-course he did. That old nonsense about not committing adultery, indeed. The pair aren't particularly discreet, so it isn't long before their pastor (Jason Watkins) finds out and informs all parties. Forgiveness follows, and all seems well, but as Howell's wife Lesley gives birth to their fourth child, the affair starts up again. Knowing his wife is distraught, and Hazel's husband similarly upset, Colin hits on the plan to do them a favour and put them out of their misery, stage-managing a suicide pact, enabling him and Hazel to join their families together.
Too far-fetched for drama, it had to be real. Howell was convicted in 2010 of double murder, and his former lover was also convicted. They had long since split up and married other partners, who were both presumably ignorant of their spouses' bloody past. It's all rather sordid and depressing. Nesbitt is charismatic as the hypocritical happy-clappy man o'God, but the tale highlights the sorry state of a religion so out of sync with the times that a follower would rather commit murder than be seen to commit a lesser offence.
Labels:
Colin Howell,
Genevieve O'Reilly,
Glen Wallace,
ITV,
James Nesbitt,
Jason Watkins,
Laura Pyper,
review,
The Secret,
true crime drama,
TV,
UK
Friday 15 April 2016
Houdini and Doyle
Houdini and Doyle is, like last year's Frankenstein Chronicles, a British-made show for ITV Encore, set in a chocolate box-cum-theme park version of history.
Based (in the very loosest sense) on Harry Houdini's friendship with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, it's an odd-couple crime drama, similar in some respects to The Persuaders, where Tony Curtis and Roger Moore had to cooperate to solve crimes and right wrongs way back in the early 1970s. In fact, they're probably re-booting it in similar pastiche style right now....
This time it's Michael Weston as Houdini, very rational, but also smart and knowing, and Stephen Mangan as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, reserved, British, very believing of supernatural things, but also with scientific ideas learnt through his medical background. It's a good idea for a show - Houdini was a famous skeptic, and Doyle famously gullible - and they did know each other - but as a show it's 'bubblegum tosh' at best.
Some critics have compared it to Jonathan Creek - for the similar magic background - but it's just not as good as that was in its heyday, or many other things on the TV at the moment. It just feels like it's not good enough, and while it has a few quirky touches - a rather anachronistic WPC to help them out for example - it feels too much like it's ticking boxes, capitalising on costume drama, and in particular 'Sherlock', and not enough like a creative and original piece of work.
Labels:
crime drama,
Harry Houdini,
ITV Encore,
review,
Sherlock Holmes,
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
Stephen Mangan,
UK
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