16 September 2013
Should I have taken note of the reviews that listed all the cliches this series had? A retiring detective. A now-dessicated corpse. Said retiring detective unwilling/unable to let go of said corpse's case.
Lead David Threlfall certainly held the attention - a great Brit TV face, a nice thoughtful stillness to him that communicates intelligence and steel. The supporting cast - a who's who of Brit TV including Russell Tovey, David Bamber, Indira Varma and Jessica Gunning - do a sterling job despite having roles that seemed to come straight out of Cluedo.
And the series in toto? Starts off as a kinda interesting spin on the reluctantly-retiring-detective trope that slides into two eps of He killed her - no, wait, she did it -, NO WAIT!, finished off by a a jaw-dropping final-quarter-hour climax that leaves you thinking, Where the fuck did that come from? (and not in a good way, either).
09 September 2013
While writers Oliver Frampton and Declan Croghan's narrative is intriguing and suspenseful for the first two eps, a rushed resolution in the final ep leaves the audience with a "Was that all?" kind of feeling.
Oh what coulda bin.
02 September 2013
A big-arse thank you to writers Daniel Fajemisin-Duncan and Marlon Smith - they wrote true, they wrote without punking out - and directors Charles Martin and Jonathan Pearson - for not doing slo-mo, close-focus, Tony-motherfuckin'-Scott director shit all over the goddamned place.
Watch it, yo.
28 August 2013
What the fuck happened to the sustained and consistent narrative momentum of season one?
The first three-quarters of this season was Mediocre with a capital 'm': nine eps of blah-corpse-blah-detecting-blah-solved case-of-the-week bullshit and then, it was like the crew realised, Shit! We need something to help us get greenlit for another season! and they brought out the aftermath of the aftermath of Longmire's wife's violent death that was one of the great things about the first season.
What the fuck, people? My watching buddy turned off out of boredom five eps in while I
hung in there like grim fucking Death. You remembered your season/series arc nine eps in?
And now, having watched the season finale with its own mini version of Shit! We need something to leave people hanging out for season three! I'm like --
-- Vaya con Dios, motherfuckers (goddamn waste my motherfucking time with your amateur-hour bullshit).
16 July 2013
15 July 2013
- an opening scene with a woman chased through the woods?
- dialogue that goes clumpity-clumpity-clump?
- and a cast that is straight out of a wannabe-Luc Besson production?
Don't know the rap sheet on the creators of this House meets Criminal Intent meets Star Trek mini-series but I've been a closet fan of William Fichtner since Strange Days so I'm going to hang in for a bit.