This article was originally published in The Courier on 7th June 2014.
Happy Valley: Tuesday, BBC One
Amber: Tuesday, BBC Four
Paul Whitelaw
The time: May 2015. The place: London’s Royal Festival Hall. A noted
luminary of stage and screen takes to the podium to make an announcement: “And
the BAFTA for Best Drama Series goes to… Happy
Valley!” Let’s face it, the bets are off. It’s a foregone conclusion.
This exceptional series, which ended last week, felt like a much-needed
assault on the complacency of most mainstream TV drama. Relentlessly dark and
unflinching, it’s hardly the sort of thing one normally associates with BBC One
at 9pm. That’s why it was so refreshing. An intelligent adult drama, it
combined social realist grit with the propulsive drive of a fine-tuned
thriller. Hyperbole be damned: it was British TV at its best.
Writer Sally Wainwright has a proven track record with the likes of Last Tango in Halifax and Scott & Bailey, but here she
surpassed herself with a tense, gripping triumph of impressive depth and
assurance. Compassionate yet unsentimental, her scripts for Happy Valley were a master-class in
story-telling and character development.
Despite a dramatic storyline involving kidnap and murder, it felt
grounded in the real world. Its scenes of trauma and violence would’ve been
stripped of their impact if Wainwright had treated Happy Valley as just another cop show full of gratuitous thrills.
Instead she delivered an entirely believable, thoughtful treatise on nature vs
nurture and the complex ties between parents and their children. That she did
so while keeping viewers on the edge of their seats is testament to her
prowess.
She was aided considerably by faultless performances from all concerned.
Sarah Lancashire is rightly considered one of our finest actresses, but her
powerful performance as Sergeant Catherine Cawood was her strongest work to
date. Despite her tough, sardonic exterior, Catherine was no idealised hero.
She was a flawed, convincing, three-dimensional character: a sympathetic woman
trapped in a world of conniving, violent men.
Here was a matriarch trying to do the best for her family under
inordinately trying circumstances. Consumed with grief and anguish, her gradual
descent into depression felt unbearably real in Lancashire’s sensitive hands.
Nuanced female protagonists are still a relative rarity on TV, so Wainwright
and Lancashire should be applauded for bringing Catherine so vividly to
life.
But it wasn’t simply Lancashire’s show. Steve Pemberton, who’s normally
associated with darkly comic roles, was perfect as the pathetic worm whose
desperate, selfish actions set the whole terrible ordeal in motion. And James
Norton proved genuinely unsettling as a dangerous psychopath who was so much
more than a one-note villain. Even the little lad who played Catherine’s
troubled grandson held his own: he delivered one of the most affecting child
performances I’ve seen in some time.
What a pleasure it is to heap such praise on a classy home-grown jewel.
Sadly, Amber couldn’t
compete. Covering broadly similar territory to Happy Valley, it’s a four-part Irish drama about a missing teenage
girl. Yet despite the emotive subject matter, it suffered from thin
characterisation and rather stiff, quotidian execution.
With its muted tone, steely greys and overcast skies, it’s obviously
indebted to Scandinavian dramas such as The
Killing. Much like series one of that modern classic, it focused on the
post-traumatic fall-out of the family concerned. But it's a curiously
flat and empty experience.
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