Taxi Brooklyn Episode One- A One-off Review with some dialogue. Minor spoilers only. On in the UK on Netflix. (Taxi Brooklyn is first previewed in Notes to my readers…posted 18th June 2015)

Taxi Brooklyn
Netflix

Not sure if Taxi Brooklyn is meant to be entirely serious.  But then I always think that.  Before some dreadful happening and or gore.

There are times when I think Taxi Brooklyn is serious.  And times when I think the drama ain’t. Serious that is.

Still, I enjoyed it. Taxi Brooklyn is, I saw, based on the original film Taxi by Luc Besson.  Love.  that.  film.  The remakes are good.  But just not the same.

Still, I digress.
Other than to say I had (already) twigged that this series might be like that original.  From Taxi.  Just ’cause of the Taxi.  And the description.

Taxi Brooklyn is filmed like an old series from which decade I couldn’t pinpoint exactly.  Dated. Back in time.  This veteran styling and flavour to the opening credits, the dialogue and the story: is so different now as to be charming.

All in all.  If charming is the right word.  Yes, I think so.

I forgot to say that at the same time the time honoured Cop/ Police stories,  the chunky opening scenes, the accordion synthesiser music-let’s not forget the more than mad-cap car chases: are all inherently corny in flavour to watch.

That’s what makes for the charm of Taxi Brooklyn.

Of the two main characters I would say that the driven Detective Sullivan so far is rather woefully wooden. However the Taxi driver, Romba, makes up for this.  Leo Romba, in spite of his faltering French-African accent, was an enigmatic and interesting character to watch.

I liked Vincent too.  Brave enough to blow kisses at Cops carrying guns.

***

Some dialogue from Episode One:

Police Chief to driven Detective:
“I told your father I would look after you..”

Leo Romba: (about the  pastries) to the driven Detective’s Mother:
“I would die for the pastries!,”
“Eating them is my hobby!”

The driven Detective has a variable Irish accent.  Oh yes.  And there is a cute kid.

Police Chief to Driven Detective:
“Tell me, how many (Police) partners have you had?”!

Federal Agent (ex-boyfriend) to driven Detective:
“I’ll give you forty eight hours”..

Told you there were time-honoured Cop stories.

**

So before you know it, as expected and hoped, they (Romba and the driven Detective) will be teamed up together and fighting, solving crimes.  Hey, they might even make Romba a Policeman.  That would be cool.

So Taxi Brooklyn is reminding me of the original film Taxi.  Plus a few other films as well.  Maybe a book. Taxi Brooklyn is a little bit, OK, a lot uneven.  But the drama has its good moments.  We get to see Brooklyn.  And from the air.

The taxis are modern.  I think.  But no Fiats.  Boo hoo.  Or was it a Peugot.  (in the original)

I think Taxi Brooklyn might get better.  If not it’s still a fun and interesting watch.

***

Footnotes.


The driven Detective is called Detective Caitlyn Sullivan.
The taxi driver’s name is Leo Romba.  He goes by just Romba at first.

***

According to the link below: Luc Besson has been involved in writing 12 episodes of Taxi Brooklyn in 2014- Oo la la!

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3027506/fullcredits?ref_=tt_ov_st_sm

Taxi Brooklyn Episode One- A One-off Review with some dialogue. Minor spoilers only. On in the UK on Netflix. (Taxi Brooklyn is first previewed in Notes to my readers…posted 18th June 2015)

Taxi Brooklyn
Netflix

Not sure if Taxi Brooklyn is meant to be entirely serious.  But then I always think that.  Before some dreadful happening and or gore.

There are times when I think Taxi Brooklyn is serious.  And times when I think the drama ain’t. Serious that is.

Still, I enjoyed it. Taxi Brooklyn is, I saw, based on the original film Taxi by Luc Besson.  Love.  that.  film.  The remakes are good.  But just not the same.

Still, I digress.
Other than to say I had (already) twigged that this series might be like that original.  From Taxi.  Just ’cause of the Taxi.  And the description.

Taxi Brooklyn is filmed like an old series from which decade I couldn’t pinpoint exactly.  Dated. Back in time.  This veteran styling and flavour to the opening credits, the dialogue and the story: is so different now as to be charming.

All in all.  If charming is the right word.  Yes, I think so.

I forgot to say that at the same time the time honoured Cop/ Police stories,  the chunky opening scenes, the accordion synthesiser music-let’s not forget the more than mad-cap car chases: are all inherently corny in flavour to watch.

That’s what makes for the charm of Taxi Brooklyn.

Of the two main characters I would say that the driven Detective Sullivan so far is rather woefully wooden. However the Taxi driver, Romba, makes up for this.  Leo Romba, in spite of his faltering French-African accent, was an enigmatic and interesting character to watch.

I liked Vincent too.  Brave enough to blow kisses at Cops carrying guns.

***

Some dialogue from Episode One:

Police Chief to driven Detective:
“I told your father I would look after you..”

Leo Romba: (about the  pastries) to the driven Detective’s Mother:
“I would die for the pastries!,”
“Eating them is my hobby!”

The driven Detective has a variable Irish accent.  Oh yes.  And there is a cute kid.

Police Chief to Driven Detective:
“Tell me, how many (Police) partners have you had?”!

Federal Agent (ex-boyfriend) to driven Detective:
“I’ll give you forty eight hours”..

Told you there were time-honoured Cop stories.

**

So before you know it, as expected and hoped, they (Romba and the driven Detective) will be teamed up together and fighting, solving crimes.  Hey, they might even make Romba a Policeman.  That would be cool.

So Taxi Brooklyn is reminding me of the original film Taxi.  Plus a few other films as well.  Maybe a book. Taxi Brooklyn is a little bit, OK, a lot uneven.  But the drama has its good moments.  We get to see Brooklyn.  And from the air.

The taxis are modern.  I think.  But no Fiats.  Boo hoo.  Or was it a Peugot.  (in the original)

I think Taxi Brooklyn might get better.  If not it’s still a fun and interesting watch.

***

Footnotes.

The driven Detective is called Detective Caitlyn Sullivan.
The taxi driver’s name is Leo Romba.  He goes by just Romba at first.

***

According to the link below: Luc Besson has been involved in writing 12 episodes of Taxi Brooklyn in 2014- Oo la la!

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3027506/fullcredits?ref_=tt_ov_st_sm

The River-Episode Eight-the Final episode. Some notes and dialogue on first watching with final review at the end. Minor spoilers only. On in the UK on Netflix.

The River-Episode Eight-The Final Episode.

“ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT”

Yep.  I’m watching two episodes in a row.

Some notes and dialogue on first watching.

Jahel:
“Very few people are as lucky as we are,”
“to see the Boiuna, and come back..”

So then it all gets rather good.  And a bit Agatha Christie on us.

So lots happening really.
Jahel:
“Help us that we may keep your secrets”!
Blimey.
I don’t even want to write the name.
Odd things are happening.  and that’s an understatement.

(later)
Everything can’t be this easy can it.

More German.

AJ to Clarke:
“But I think your story is more interesting..”

So this scene is almost funny.  But not quite.

That’s a good idea.  A bit like catching spiders.

(laughs evilly)
That’s a good one.  It was spelt like that.

Lincoln:
“Row, row, row your boat,”
“gently down the stream..”

This is almost funny.
I have actually chuckled at one point.

Kurt is super-cool.

Is it over yet.  Can we have a happy ending.

Tess:
“The bend is just two kilometres up there”..

So you won’t believe the ending.

***

The River-Final Review.

So I was quite sad that The River ended.  And in the way it did.  Especially as I hear that the series was cancelled.  We will never know.

Those rather likeable characters will be forever marooned now, in my imagination.  If you can be marooned in imagination.  Not quite ended but ended.

Perhaps dramatically even artistically speaking this oh so cruel way of ending for the series is all for the best.  Less is more after all.  The story could be said to be more stylishly formed and experienced this way.

The River is a horror story after all.  First and foremost.  This is the way a horror story is told.  There is no sequel.  Like a story round a camp-fire.

The drama is also a character study: of all the people in the story.  The characters too-had stories to tell.  Unconsciously through their actions and stories elicited from the gentle prodding of Clarke, the film crew producer.

They were all excellently portrayed characters I felt, with interesting and affecting performances. Each one.

***

I would like to give a special mention to the cinematographic effects.  Not even counting the horror effects yet.  Which we should.  Being fairly spectacular really.  Overall.

My favourite scene there would be the dangling dolls.  And the classic horror set-up of the plague of insects crowding in suffocatingly: while a small hand creeps tentatively out of a sliver of window in order to retrieve a precious phone.

My particular favourite filmic effect was the ongoing shifting of scenes in the ship: awash in pale peach sepia light.  These (scenes) as mentioned in the notes were taken by the film crew’s cameras. Throughout the ship.

So we are often watching the story unfold, in a kind of (old ) negative tinted forever shifting, sinister world.  Accompanied by the action in real time.  As experienced by the characters being filmed. From their point of view.  Including the arch-mixer of video tapes himself- Clarke.  As he sits watching the surveillance cameras.  And so on.

There are stories with stories upon story.  With the main protagonist throughout of that whole story: mostly unseen.  His presence first only spoken of in words and old film.  The puzzle pieced together by pieces of film itself. And so on.  Much like the river.

It’s strange to see for me, that The River seems resistant to description.  When there is so very much to see.  I sometimes find this effect when a drama seems sufficient unto itself.  And only needs the watching to explain.

I could describe The River as full blooded old fashioned horror.  Like Ridley’s Tales of The Unexpected met Hitchock’s half hour.  Or were they one and the same.  Throw in every horror movie known to man.  And then some.

The River is brave, creative, suspenseful and deeply creepy. With every kind of spell-making or witch- ified shenanigans to boot.  There are spirits of every kind and monsters yet unheard of or described.  All of these things for starters.

The River was unusual, different and fresh.  John Wayne’s donkeys and dark memories of quicksand aside: nobody has done any drama like this for quite some time I suggest.  It packed an emotional, a (heart racing) physical and a wonderfully visual punch.  Quite a creation all round.

***

Footnotes.

One episode’s story reminded me of a Stephen King book.

***

Sadly, as mentioned: The River has been cancelled.  However when I found out there was only eight episodes I was secretly relieved.  Just because I found The River to be so terribly and successfully- horrific.

***

The River-Episode Eight-the Final episode. Some notes and dialogue on first watching with final review at the end. Minor spoilers only. On in the UK on Netflix.

The River-Episode Eight-The Final Episode.

“ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT”

Yep.  I’m watching two episodes in a row.

Some notes and dialogue on first watching.

Jahel:
“Very few people are as lucky as we are,”
“to see the Boiuna, and come back..”

So then it all gets rather good.  And a bit Agatha Christie on us.

So lots happening really.
Jahel:
“Help us that we may keep your secrets”!
Blimey.
I don’t even want to write the name.
Odd things are happening.  and that’s an understatement.

(later)
Everything can’t be this easy can it.

More German.

AJ to Clarke:
“But I think your story is more interesting..”

So this scene is almost funny.  But not quite.

That’s a good idea.  A bit like catching spiders.

(laughs evilly)
That’s a good one.  It was spelt like that.

Lincoln:
“Row, row, row your boat,”
“gently down the stream..”

This is almost funny.
I have actually chuckled at one point.

Kurt is super-cool.

Is it over yet.  Can we have a happy ending.

Tess:
“The bend is just two kilometres up there”..

So you won’t believe the ending.

***

The River-Final Review.

So I was quite sad that The River ended.  And in the way it did.  Especially as I hear that the series was cancelled.  We will never know.

Those rather likeable characters will be forever marooned now, in my imagination.  If you can be marooned in imagination.  Not quite ended but ended.

Perhaps dramatically even artistically speaking this oh so cruel way of ending for the series is all for the best.  Less is more after all.  The story could be said to be more stylishly formed and experienced this way.

The River is a horror story after all.  First and foremost.  This is the way a horror story is told.  There is no sequel.  Like a story round a camp-fire.

The drama is also a character study: of all the people in the story.  The characters too-had stories to tell.  Unconsciously through their actions and stories elicited from the gentle prodding of Clarke, the film crew producer.

They were all excellently portrayed characters I felt, with interesting and affecting performances. Each one.

***

I would like to give a special mention to the cinematographic effects.  Not even counting the horror effects yet.  Which we should.  Being fairly spectacular really.  Overall.

My favourite scene there would be the dangling dolls.  And the classic horror set-up of the plague of insects crowding in suffocatingly: while a small hand creeps tentatively out of a sliver of window in order to retrieve a precious phone.

My particular favourite filmic effect was the ongoing shifting of scenes in the ship: awash in pale peach sepia light.  These (scenes) as mentioned in the notes were taken by the film crew’s cameras. Throughout the ship.

So we are often watching the story unfold, in a kind of (old ) negative tinted forever shifting, sinister world.  Accompanied by the action in real time.  As experienced by the characters being filmed. From their point of view.  Including the arch-mixer of video tapes himself- Clarke.  As he sits watching the surveillance cameras.  And so on.

There are stories with stories upon story.  With the main protagonist throughout of that whole story: mostly unseen.  His presence first only spoken of in words and old film.  The puzzle pieced together by pieces of film itself. And so on.  Much like the river.

It’s strange to see for me, that The River seems resistant to description.  When there is so very much to see.  I sometimes find this effect when a drama seems sufficient unto itself.  And only needs the watching to explain.

I could describe The River as full blooded old fashioned horror.  Like Ridley’s Tales of The Unexpected met Hitchock’s half hour.  Or were they one and the same.  Throw in every horror movie known to man.  And then some.

The River is brave, creative, suspenseful and deeply creepy. With every kind of spell-making or witch- ified shenanigans to boot.  There are spirits of every kind and monsters yet unheard of or described.  All of these things for starters.

The River was unusual, different and fresh.  John Wayne’s donkeys and dark memories of quicksand aside: nobody has done any drama like this for quite some time I suggest.  It packed an emotional, a (heart racing) physical and a wonderfully visual punch.  Quite a creation all round.

***

Footnotes.

One episode’s story reminded me of a Stephen King book.

***

Sadly, as mentioned: The River has been cancelled.  However when I found out there was only eight episodes I was secretly relieved.  Just because I found The River to be so terribly and successfully- horrific.

***