Lovely, remote Connemara. Lovely, remote Jack Driscoll. So remote is the area that he must be the only eligible bloke in sight, hence a magnet for any eligible women. So remote is he that he manages to lose each new love each week. This TWNH spoils what is otherwise a likeable cop drama. We’d almost prefer him to have a sidekick to confide in and shout at, and even have an affair with if he got lonely enough. His two-short-planks junior (though older) colleague hardly counts.
In-between love affairs, Garda Jack drives through beautiful bleak landscapes, has a warm if gently chiding relationship with his dear old mum and looks miserable. This may be partly because of his disastrous love life. (In series one he managed to commit incest, albeit unknowingly, and had left Dublin because of his affair with a married colleague. He also fell out with his dad, who then died.)
Yes, he does solve the odd murder or two, exposing the nasty underside potentially lurking in isolated rural communities. Not, we hope, that the crime rate is at all realistic (we’ve been to Connemara and saw all sorts – another blog – but thankfully nothing to alarm the cops). Last night's opener set up a possible murder with a probable suspect, which in telly-speak means he won't have dunnit, guvnor. This plotline is low key, so far, in comparison with Jack's troublesome family. Cue Stephen Rea, thankfully minus his 'Shadow Line' hat. We shall be tuning in for episode two in a week's time, and may even be thankful for the 'Previously on...' intro.
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