The Fall-Series Two-Episode Three Some notes and dialogue with review at the end. Minor spoilers. On in the UK BBC Two or Channel number 102 on Virgin Media TV Thursdays @9pm

The Fall Episode Three

Episode Three.

Because there is nothing else on TV and I’ve run out of Netflix and Varg Veum.

Some notes and dialogue.

Annie is the name of the victim.

“Some scenes which viewers may find disturbing..”

Ha ha ha!
D.S.I Gibson’s List:
Physical abuse?
Psychological abuse?
Emotional trauma?
Sexual abuse?
Head trauma?
Demon seed? ! ha ha ha!

(i think you forgot Devil’s spawn.)

Stella, maybe you need to give up the day job.

Shiny shoes shuffles in, looking sheepish.
D.S.I.  Stella Gibson: floaty float.  In floaty shirt.
Stella
“Who’s he?”
Shiny Shoes:
“Your new S.I.O (don’t ask me-Superintendent Officer perhaps)

Shiny Shoes:
“Make it work!”
Stella to new S.I.O:
(the new S.I.O having been forced upon her as per usual Detective drama trope)
“Don’t worry, I’ll beautify it for you”(his new office)

D.S.I Stella Gibson: 
“Good morning, I am pleased to announce.. this is a formal declaration that from now on the enquiry will be focusing on a particular individual..Paul Spector..”

D.S.I. Gibson:
“You don’t just wake up one morning as a sexual psychopath..”
“Nor do you suddenly stop being one..”
(wow-deep)
I dunno-but maybe you do?

Detective to D.S.I. Gibson:
“The mother works at an auction house, fine art, paintings and stuff..”
Gibson breaks off her reverie:
Yes, I know what fine art is thanks!”

So Stella is standing at the same spot at which the handsome murderer phoned her.  It is all sparkling lights of the city down below.  Up on the hill.  It’s almost romantic.The handsome murderer, Paul Spector, cooks up a wondrous story..

Paul Spector: (to the babysitter)
“What I noticed, was her blouse, silk it was, gaping open, she was so relaxed, so self-assured..”
” and I thought..”
(something unprintable)

So finally The Fall is gearing up a pace.  Here comes the creepy serial killer.  Somehow we knew he would end up in Stella’s place..
He gets to fingering and smelling things like a proper mad murderer should.

Here comes the actress from The Good Wife.  Looking like a billion dollars.
I had been wondering.  But then it turned out to be Stella.  Ahah.

Stella to guy chatting up the actress from The Good Wife:
(takes the drinks)
“Great, keep em coming..”
Him:
“I’m not the waiter..”
Stella:
“So why are you standing there?”
Smooch.  Smooch.

Oh no.  It’s insufferably shiny shoes man, at Stella’s hotel room door.  Drunk.  “Can I come in?” He asks. Never a good idea this in dramas or otherwise.  Don’t tell me-he’s gonna jump Stella and wunderkind in the corner is going to leap out and rescue her!

So it is getting a bit teachy preachy whilst all true.

Shiny shoes man:
“Maybe this murderous fuck is a victim too!”
Stella:
“Maybe..”
Him:
“Why are women emotionally and spiritually so much stronger than men?”
Her:
“It’s because the basic human form is female, maleness is a kind of birth defect..”!

So then is gets a bit cringe.  But things are warming up nicely and slowly getting more sinister,

& the mystic murderer writes to Stella:
“Dear Stella Gibson, how well I know you now..”

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Well the Fall has finally ensnared me. It sure has taken it’s time. To make any semblance of sense.  Yet still The Fall has aspects of some intense, would-be avante-garde play.   That somehow fell flat as the staring silences stretched out too long.

However the magic has now happened in that I actually like all these idiotic idiosyncrasies of setting, dialogue and plot.

Who knows. Who cares.  The Fall is pleasingly different.  A little wildly over the top.  Whilst remaining supremely un-self-aware. Indeed most likely thinking everything within the drama is most meaningful.  Not really.  Things are often-times quite daft.

The dialogue in The Fall for example is intermittently ridiculous. Insufferably shiny shoes man suddenly venting forth on the emotional and spiritual strength of women was a prime example I felt.  Was this really something he would have said?

This assuaging line of dialogue was the equivalent of waving a stick of pink candy floss in front of our eyes in order to hide or block the view of the careering carousel of fairground rides behind.  Dodgem cars, cupola rides, call them what you will.  The carnival colours both garish and bright.

Oh yes.  One always muses on the wonderment of women’s spiritual strength after just trying to jump their bones and getting elbowed in the nose.  Yep.

Plus it’s apparently deeply relevant to the investigation or plot that we follow D.S.I. Gibson’s advancing form.  Wherever she goes.  Or rather a very small cameraman does.  Go figure.

Because all to 99.9% of women in The Fall bar Rose do is entertain violent rape fantasies.  D.S.I Gibson has a dream about a black balaclava-ed man.  She shoots him.  Well that’s a start.

But now the mystic murderer has really violated Stella.  By rifling through her things and reading her girly diary. Stella crumples and cries.

C’mon D.S.I Gibson, don’t cry.  You can talk the talk and you can certainly walk the walk.  Looking pretty strong and fearless in the more than cringe-worthy encounter with would-be more than bessie mate:
“I can’t”
“I was born in Croydon”!
Best line yet.

Oh yes and maybe now the mystic murderer is not a real murderer after all. Or is he? Paul Spector just seems so nice, right.  I almost believed and all would be well with his story if not for the problem of Rose.

Or maybe Spector just took Rose to live with the kindly woodcutter in the forest.  In his woodcutter’s hut.  The woodcutter chops wood.  And every night they have a lovely fire and a roast dinner.

I have another possibility to add to Stella Gibson’s brains storming list of the possible causes of sexual psycopathy on her whiteboard list. Cause you see he could be a touch feely sort of murderer.  One we are hearing talk of feeling sorry for.  His motivation.  Poor liddle murderer.

Possibly D.S.I Gibson went all X-Files on us for a moment there with her demon seed idea.  How about my mother was eaten by a one eyed-Cyclops? Well she could have been.

So The Fall continues to exert a dull fascination as to what exactly will happen next.  Spectacularly random and odd dialogue: often asynchronous and irrelevant to the scene.  Strange (sometimes icky) occurrences with aberrant schoolgirls.  With evilly staring eyes.  Odd interludes with over-familiar and overbearing shiny shoed boss.

Then there is the day in the life of the semi-seeming superhero serial killer.  His hooded mercenary style adventures. In which his deshabille’ black ensemble borders on chic.  (it’s serial killer chic) Spector’s trials and tribulations and quite how he fixes them  His horror-eyed wife.  His cutesy daughter.

Next episode’s trailer shows a new member joining the Police team. Another handsome man!  Indeed with merrily twinkling eyes and curly hair.  Don’t tell me it’s him..

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