"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....
Sunday, 11 March 2012
White Heat
TV producers, and presumably viewers, have a longstanding preoccupation with the love lives of groups of friends, a la 'Cold Feet' and 'This Life'. Seemingly we love to see people form deep friendships and betray each other. 'White Heat' takes this format and adds a 'Big Chill' opening (the death of one of the group) and a big dose of social history straight from 'Our Friends in the North'.
First episodes are often awkward, bearing the burden of introducing everyone and generally setting the scene. The scene looks prop-perfect and the performances are as good as anyone would expect from a classy cast, which provides a gloss over the unsubtleties. It's an ok ride so far, but a slow one, with only marginally engaging characters. The six flatmates are very PC for 1965: gender balance; the men a gay Asian, a Caribbean, and a Northener; the women an arty blonde, a brainy brunette and a poor overweight Catholic. There are three initial attractions pointing to pairings that will of-course rearrange over time. And just in case you forget which time they're all in, there's plenty of television and radio reminding you of events, and a soundtrack almost as intrusive as that of 'Heartbeat'. Nothing by The Who and no mention of an ailing Churchill, however, can detract from anachronisms like telling a girl to take out her aggression in the gym. Boxing gym? She'd be waiting a long time for a Fitness First.
Comparisons to 'Our Friends...' are inevitable, and not discouraged by the BBC, but this may prove to be a double-edged sword.
Labels:
Claire Foy,
Jeremy Northam,
Juliet Stevenson,
Lee Ingleby,
Lindsay Duncan,
review,
tv drama,
UK
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