Showing posts with label Southcliffe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Southcliffe. Show all posts

Saturday, 24 August 2013

TV Review: TOP OF THE LAKE/THE MILL/SOUTHCLIFFE

This article was originally published in The Courier on 24th August 2013.


TOP OF THE LAKE
Saturday, BBC2

THE MILL
Sunday, Channel 4

SOUTHCLIFFE
Sunday, Channel 4

Paul Whitelaw

Over a month of gruelling misery came to a close last weekend, with the climactic instalments of three cheer-shy TV dramas. The first to disappear was TOP OF THE LAKE, writer/director Jane Campion's uneven journey into the blackened heart of a remote New Zealand community.

Anyone hoping for surprises would've been disappointed by its underwhelming conclusion. Admittedly more of a psychological thriller than a conventional whodunnit, it still felt inevitable that sleazy police chief Al was orchestrating a subterranean paedophile ring, and therefore the cause of Tui's pregnancy and disappearance. Horrifying subject matter, obviously. But Campion undermined the impact by playing her hand too early.

As the series progressed it became gradually more apparent that Tui's monstrous father, played by a rivet-gargling Peter Mullan, was a psychotic red herring. And anyone paying attention would've already sussed that he was Detective Robin's real father. Likewise, Al's undisguised corruption, children's scholarship scheme, immigrant-staffed cafĂ©, and desperate need for Robin to “redeem” him, made it all too obvious who the culprit was.

Meanwhile, the sub-plot involving the commune for abused women went nowhere. Yes, that was the point – you won't find easy answers by escaping to paradise, especially when Hell is on your doorstep – but it felt too insubstantial to allow such ambiguities.

Instead, Campion's overriding theme of violent female exploitation found its most potent voice in Robin, played impeccably – wandering accent and all - by Mad Men's Elisabeth Moss. Alas, this often implausible and lethargic drama, as atmospheric though it undoubtedly was, rarely equalled Moss's intelligent, powerful, nuanced performance.

Also impressive in a similarly demanding role was Kerrie Hayes as Esther, the serially victimised cotton worker in THE MILL. Having been torn through, well, the mill during this engrossing series, the indomitable rebel finally found her vital sense of identity in a poignant, rabble-rousing climax.

Everything BBC1's terminally dull The Village should've been, this factually-inspired period piece may have flirted with melodrama and borderline comedy-bleakness, but it ultimately succeeded as a compassionate and convincing evisceration of British slave labour during the Industrial Revolution. Writer John Fay hopes to follow the inhabitants of Quarry Bank Mill through subsequent generations. Come on, Channel 4, you know what to do.

Finally, fleetingly, SOUTHCLIFFE, the best British TV drama of 2013. If you missed it, I urge you to immerse yourself in this sensitive and devastating account of the aftermath of
a spree killing in a fictional English market town. Miserable as sin? Yes. Gratuitously so? No. It's haunting, it lingers. I promise we'll have more fun next week.

ONE TO MISS

CHICKENS
Thursday, Sky1, 9:30pm

Not even the usually welcome presence of Barry Humphries can save this uninspired sitcom from erstwhile Inbetweeners Simon Bird and Joe Thomas. Together with co-writer/star Jonny Sweet, they play young men avoiding service, for various reasons, during the First World War. Apart from its dearth of decent jokes, it suffers from Bird and Thomas' fatal lack of range. Even if they were cast as flamboyant Colombian assassins, they'd still deliver the same student-sarcasm performance. Watching the Inbetweeners bicker witlessly in an Edwardian setting is about as enticing as a poisoned egg. 

Monday, 5 August 2013

TV Preview: SOUTHCLIFFE/STEVE COOGAN: STAND UP DOWN UNDER

This article was originally published in The Scotsman on 3rd August 2013.


SOUTHCLIFFE
Sunday and Monday, Channel 4, 9pm

STEVE COOGAN: STAND UP DOWN UNDER
Tuesday and Wednesday, Sky Atlantic, 9pm

Paul Whitelaw

A senile old woman clutches to her chest a purse containing her own faeces. Her son, a damaged war veteran, is hunted through the woods and urinated on. The following morning, their sleepy market town is devastated by a random spate of shootings. Welcome to sunny SOUTHCLIFFE, a monumentally grim yet utterly engrossing and – dare I say it? - profound drama from Warp Films (This Is England) and writer Tony Grisoni (Red Riding).

Directed by US indie filmmaker Sean Durkin, it's an atmospheric piece wrapped in an overcast pall and characterised by static, locked-off shots, queasy slow zooms and a distinct lack of incidental score. Although part one burns rather too slowly for its own good – Durkin's stylistic approach initially feels cold and distancing – it subsequently exerts a powerful grip, as we find ourselves trapped within the tragic lives of these characters.

With obvious echoes of the Raoul Moat case, Southcliffe unfolds in a town with a strong Armed Forces presence, where machismo rules and emotions are suppressed. Grisoni explores the debilitating effects of war via Sean Harris' dead-eyed loner (an admittedly rather stereotypical character) and a conflicted young soldier (Joe Dempsie) just back from Afghanistan.

Reporting on the aftermath of the shootings, Rory Kinnear's cynical, embittered journalist – is there any other kind? - returns to his childhood home to confront, not only the grief, trauma and Little Englander hypocrisies of the locals, but his own unhappy past. He's also seeking neat explanations for an inexplicable event. Why, Grisoni asks, do these things happen? How do you make sense of the senseless?

His dialogue is spare, natural and convincing, and despite the harrowing subject matter, the violence isn't gratuitous: Durkin always places the killings off camera. Given that one of Grisoni's themes is media sensationalism of such tragedies, it's a wise and sensitive move.

The non-linear structure, in which the action frequently flashes back to show events from different perspectives, provides a sense of these characters being trapped in a vicious cycle. The daily reliability and innate Britishness of the shipping forecast is a recurring, gently sinister, motif. From the tortured couple played by Eddie Marsan and Shirley Henderson, to the self-destructive landlord played by Anatol Yusef, Grisoni tackles head on the various ways human beings deal with grief. The cast is uniformly outstanding, never once overplaying their roles.

If this all sounds unbearably sad, believe you me it is. But it never feels heavy-handed or worthy. This isn't a piece of pointless misery porn. It's a commendably sincere and sympathetic attempt to confront the unimaginable, while offering acute comment on the uglier side of British society. It's easy to be cynical and dismiss dramas of this nature as mere BAFTA bait. But Southcliffe is a major work, and quite easily the best British TV drama of the year so far.

Laughter time! In STEVE COOGAN: STAND UP DOWN UNDER, the comedian takes his one-man show through Australia and New Zealand, while grumbling backstage about faulty microphones and the tedium of touring. And that's about it. While it's certainly interesting witnessing Coogan as himself – as expected, he comes across as a neurotic and occasionally truculent perfectionist, but essentially likeable – the repetitive nature of this self-produced documentary tends to wear thin.