French noir. Braquo.
So Braquo just got better and better really. Although it did suffer a case of minor re-programming by the time it got to series four.
Braquo was really rather wonderful. What can I say. Words are superfluous and I don’t want to spoiler or ruin it. Certainly watching all four series in a row was a rare treat.
Plus as always watching a series set circa early 2000, is fresh fun and different. Compared to now.
As you watch the years ticking on however, in the dates of the series: you know that time is running out. Sooner or later, it’s going to get re-programmed somehow. and so it does. But not too irrevocably thankfully.
Although they may well have stopped swearing, lustily and gloriously, in French. Which of course was incorrectly translated anyway. At least one of those words, never is. In dramas. As it’s too rude I guess.
But it’s the nuances of the word. How it means a myriad of different things. At that time. And it sounds so great when they say it. But I digress.
Yes, Braquo was, as previously described (in my first review) very understated. As a drama.
I like how the team barely speak to each other. Théo, Eddie Caplan, Walter Morlighem and Roxanne. They don’t need to. They know each other so well.
They, the old friends, don’t hang around on their mobiles either. Plus there are no computer screens come to think of it. Not that I barely noticed. But thank God.
I like how the series doesn’t translate text messages either. Which are in a different language than French. We are left to figure it out on our own. As we often have to do within the drama too.
You are having to calculate some behind the scenes action and consequences.
I liked that everything wasn’t spelled out for us. This aspect of watching the drama reflected that same reality for the crew too, sometimes. Although they were obviously a lot more clued up then we were!
This is a show where you can’t really afford to miss a minute of action or even silent cogitations from the ever effortlessly effervescent Eddie Caplan. Nope.
If you miss a minute you may well miss a whole link in the subterranean and increasingly gargantuan, elephantine even, every growing plot. Serpentine in it its constrictions, as it wriggles and constricts around the characters inexorably toward the end.
One text message is shown translated at the very end.
I think I mentioned in my first review of Braquo, episode one of series one, that Braquo was unutterably, irrevocably cool. Well yes. Braquo ate cool for breakfast.
Braquo chewed down cool. digested it, imbibed it, exuded cool.
Braquo was so cool it made uncool the new cool.
Be careful or you may find yourself wearing a vaguely sheepskin or leather jacket, strutting moodily down the city street, impressively impassive of expression.
My favourite gangsters were: Jordania, Atom the Armenian guy and Lemoine. Plus the apparently bumbling and ineffectual Police Chief.
After a while you realise that the crew are permanently and ever professionally on call. They just rest in between jobs.
Plus we discover an interesting link between their SPYG/ Special Forces Unit and some of the other characters.
His crew pronounce Edie as: “Edeeee”.
We love you Paris.