Showing posts with label Hatty Morahan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hatty Morahan. Show all posts

Thursday, 16 July 2015

The Outcast


Just in case you were tempted towards nostalgia for the era of Miss Marple - even, bless, a juicy murder or three - along comes a handsomely mounted, superbly acted drama that'll have you happy that the past is a foreign country, where things were done very differently.

Based on the novel by Sadie Jones, this is the tale of Lewis Aldridge (George MacKay), who becomes the eponymous outcast after witnessing his beloved mother's accidental drowning as a boy.  We haven't read the novel and thought the scant publicity looked rather liked (whisper it) chick lit, but this was 90 minutes of sensitive storytelling, beginning when Lewis's father Gilbert (Greg Wise) returned from the war a damaged, distant near-stranger.  Unable to share his grief at Elizabeth's (Hattie Morahan) tragic death, he sends his son off to boarding school and remarries.  Young Alice (Jessica Brown-Findlay) tries to become a mother, to her stepson and in her own right, but she fails at both, and by the time Lewis reaches his teens he is in very deep trouble indeed.

Yes, these were the days of sunny bike rides in green pastures, solid furniture, swishy table skirts and smoke-filled jazz clubs in sexy soho, but the same era brought disgusted incomprehension towards self-harm, guilt, loneliness and grief.  There's still a chance that this will turn out to be a very 21st Century take on the 1950s (we've left Lewis sentenced after burning down the local church) but so far this has been a welcome addition to the current rich pickings on British TV, alongside 'Humans', 'Odyssey' and 'The Saboteurs'.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Eternal Law


So, God is called Mr Mountjoy, his right-hand woman is Mrs Sheringham and he has angels called things like Terry.  The Devil, in case you're interested, is known as Richard Pembroke, or at least he is at the moment, while residing in York and looking like Tobias Menzies.

In this sort of a world, what TWNHs could there possibly be?  Where they hide their wings?  Despite an obvious scope for moralising, or pondering on just how weird we humans are, this takes a refreshingly light approach to the world of law, mortality and the rest.

After one episode, it's hard to say if it will continue to be as much sharp-scripted fun - Ashley Pharoah created 'Life on Mars' - but we hope so.  We know it sounds awful, and the plot's every bit as holy as the premise suggests (pardon the pun, please) but it's actually... well, just give it a try if you're in the mood for something daft.

And there is something comforting about the idea of bungling angels and their boss Mr Mountjoy watching over us, if only for an hour a week.