This article was originally published in The Courier on 6th January 2018.
McMAFIA: New Year’s Day and
Tuesday, BBC One
GIRLFRIENDS: Wednesday, STV
DERRY GIRLS: Thursday, Channel 4
A
monumental bore of global proportions, McMAFIA
is a turgid crime drama which proves that it’s possible to surf a wave of hype
while wearing concrete boots.
Two years ago, the BBC scored a direct hit with the similarly expensive The Night Manager. The only chance McMafia has of emulating that success is
if millions of viewers suddenly develop an inexplicable urge to watch
one-dimensional gangsters discussing investment funds and business mergers.
The
non-fiction book it’s based on claims that organised crime accounts for roughly
15% of the world’s GDP. A potentially ripe source of drama, but McMafia fails to deliver on its promise.
There are no characters to care about. It’s utterly soulless, a slowly meandering iceberg.
James
Norton, an otherwise versatile actor, looks hopelessly lost in the underwritten central role of
a successful British-born investment banker who can’t escape from his Russian
family’s mafia connections. Like young Michael Corleone from The Godfather, he wants to stay legit,
but they keep pulling him back in. That’s where comparisons with The Godfather end.
Norton
wanders through an interminable procession of ham-fisted scenes stolen from
countless other gangster dramas. The uninvolving narrative flits between Mumbai,
London, Tel Aviv, Moscow - everyone’s talking ‘bout Pop Muzik! – in a doomed
attempt to conjure a sense of epic scale. It makes most of Daniel Craig’s Bond
films look exciting by comparison.
Slow-burning
dramas only work when they’re fuelled by atmosphere, intrigue, tension and
emotion, all of which are conspicuously absent from this frozen turkey.
Occasionally,
a jolt of violent action will occur. These moments don’t succeed as shocking
flashpoints breaking a spell of finely-tuned suspense, they’re just a
cattle-prod used to keep us awake. McMafia
is an empty bottle of expensive vodka. What a way to bring in the New Year.
Does
Kay Mellor ever sleep? She seems to average at least two hit dramas per year.
Her most recent series, Love, Lies and
Records, ended just before Christmas. Now she’s back with GIRLFRIENDS, in which Phyllis Logan,
Miranda Richardson and Zoe Wanamaker star as three life-long pals in their late
fifties.
Mellor
tackles her driving theme of age discrimination with typical compassion and
humour. When Linda (Logan) loses her beloved husband in mysterious
circumstances, she finds herself alone for the first time in 30 years. Gail
(Wanamaker) is recently divorced, and no longer feels desirable. Sue (Richardson)
is the glamorous features editor of a bridal magazine – she’s never been
married – who fears growing old and dying alone.
They’ve
been forced to feel irrelevant by a society that discards women when they reach
a certain age. Older men are allowed the luxury of becoming distinguished.
Older women become invisible. Girlfriends
is a cry of anger and frustration in the covert guise of a populist drama.
It’s far more important than McMafia.
So
is DERRY GIRLS, a very funny, smart
and charming new sitcom about a misfit gang of Catholic teenagers in the
Troubles-torn Northern Ireland of the mid-1990s.
These
kids aren’t defined by their bleak backdrop and religious upbringing, it’s just
part of their everyday lives. They struggle with the same growing pains as
everyone else. Adolescence is universal, regardless of theological or political
context.
Written
by Lisa McGee, this semi-autobiographical farce fizzes with cheerful
profanities and affectionate observations. Her engaging characters are vividly performed
by an excellent cast. The unforced period detail is commendably accurate. The
tone – darkness swaddled in warmth - is perfectly pitched. Derry Girls is a delight.
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