Series One. Episode One.
So Braquo is unremittingly cool. Everybody smokes. All the time.
The Police Officers all have incredibly cool, beaten up, sometimes sheepskin, sometimes motorbike, leather jackets. Naturally one of them has a Ducati. Black.
They all work in an unspeakably cool sub-industrial building. That had a red danger sign for electricity with a skull and crossbones head above the metallic stairs. Lending the building a sub-post-apocalyptic meets Hells Angels or breakaway organisation air.
All of this atmosphere is terribly low key yet effective. There is an in-house bar. That looks like Berlin or Paris. On a Friday night out. Where the Police unit of friends relax in between jobs.
We are fairly immediately thrown into the action of an ongoing story-line. One which has a sudden and surprising: shocking outcome.
All intense stuff. You barely notice the paucity of dialogue. Between the friends. The small gang of friends. From back in the day. I believe.
Some, if not all of the group of friends all Police Officers in this unit, knew each other before. As Commandos..
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Sunday, 4th of December, 2016.
Secrets and Lies
Episode seven. “The Statement”.
Some notes and dialogue on first watching.
Eric is cooking a suitably nutritious meal in his suitably cool flat.
Great. Eric’s Dad returns. he’s a good character. I mean actor.
Bit odd that Eric refers to “Your family” to his Dad.
Is he not his real Dad then? Who knows. Who cares.
Melanie, Patrick’s wife who is meant to be nicely mad and or manic: brings glowering to a whole new art form.
There is a lot of glowering in Secrets and lies.
The meaningful interludes on both story-lines: the police story and Eric’s family are tiresome.
Amanda is the name of Eric’s sister.
Hurray. Eric’s equally handsome friend Neil returns. At least he is a bit more animated. Than Eric and Amanda.
So Eric gets to glowering.
Great stuff. Action scene with Danny and Eric.
At least the meaningful scenes between Ethan and Detective Cornelle are watchable. Being they are both such good actors.
Then the phone rings. The scene between them builds nicely in segments. Ahhhh. But not very Detectively really.
Du na da nu..atmospheric music, a nice cliffhanger at the end..
Episode Eight. “The Racket”.
Some notes and dialogue on first watching.
Prologue. Bla bla. A bit like a poor man’s Dallas. They even play Dallas du na du na music.
The police side of the story is relatively exciting compared to the family side-story.
Eric pulls a fast one. On Patrick.
The worlds most least likely Detective meets Detective Cornelle.
Eric just does some more magnificent glowering.
I knew they were gonna make Eric take his shirt off. At one point.
Another meaningful moment between Patrick and I probably should not say..
There has been an edict I reckon that men characters should officially have emotional conversations.
Detective Cornelle to Patrick:
“A little boy asks an old man in New York..”
“How do I get to Carnegie Hall?”..
Now Detective Cornelle pulls a fast one.
So Melanie is at the yoga class.
Detective to the teacher:
More. Yet more orange flashbacks. But we’re used to them now.
More meaningful moments.
Detective Cornelle and Malanie have a satisfyingly enjoyable face off.
Ah ha. I told you it was him..
to be continued.
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Saturday, 3rd of December 2016.
A Potted Review of the first episode.
So I was quite excited or more specifically, interested, to read about Deep Water. Thinking it might be a cool and unusual random offering. By BBC Four in the subtitled foreign language Saturday night slot.
This interest was mainly based on the fact that I had assumed that Deep Water was a Scandi-noir drama.
But no, I reminded myself that I had already spotted the word Bondi which kind of blew the whole Scandi-Noir fantasy.
Hey, it could be Italian, I pretended to myself. But really I knew that Bondi was a beach. A famous beach. Which is I guess how I know the name. In Australia.
Still cool however.
Deep water starts promisingly enough but soon descended into a strangely unatmospheric drama. With overblown stereotypical roles.
It must be tiresome having to dance around, play violins, hug small children and drink endless tea. Because that’s what you supposedly do. All day. As a family. Oh and don’t forget the chandeliers.
The sneering and emotional Detective soon suspects the man upstairs. Mainly on the basis that he wears a plumber’s vest and is fond of punching. His punching bag. On his balcony. and looking supposedly snarling.
It gets worse.
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