Secrets and Lies
So poor Ben has been having really rather a bad time of it lately: hasn’t he. In a recent episode in which I was amusingly reminded of my possible prediction about Ben’s general shirtlessness. As based on my description of the main character, Ben, in the original series.
Tut. tut tut. How really very objectifying. I am appalled. Truly. Really I am. Truly appalled even.
The best part about that episode I felt was the inadvertently comical nature of the scenario. For some reason the atmosphere was slightly lame. Rather than sinister. However containing a surprising and very enjoyable baddie. This would never happen on the BBC.
Perhaps, much as I am rooting for him in all his terrible travails: Ben as a character is a little short on emoting. As in any discernible emotion. Well apart from looking minorly stressed (and sometimes seriously puzzled) throughout.
Still, in spite of a wee wooden-ness to his character, Ben acts a strong and convincing part as the morally upright and caring father and husband.
Ben has a strong sense of right and wrong and involuntarily turns into his own unofficial Detective. Investigating possible leads and suspects. At the same time- well usually (unbeknowest to Ben) later, than the ongoing investigation into him: by Detective Inspector Corneille.
Boy is the Detective Inspector a fearsome and worthy adversary. To any wrong doer. (in fact she is reminding me of a certain Le Juge in the series Spiral) And for the moment, that wrongdoer is Ben, in Detective Inspector Corneille’s eyes.
Although as previously described: things have been getting mysteriouser and mysteriouser. In this drama.
The whole success of this drama for me being based on a certain charming daftness. Yet with a sometimes, even often-times a sinister twist. As in seriously sinister twist. To the plot.
Plus Secrets and Lies is forgiven a lot, in my book for being spectacularly filmed in shades of every hue. Blue and creamy, wintery light. Shadows and (rare) sunlight are depicted in tones crisp and clear.
This is suburbia but halfway to the mountain. The air is fresh and cold and damp and chill. The mystery and the plot: thickens.
For some reason during during a scene in which Ben’s wife seems to stomp loudly around the house: I found myself worrying about the wooden floors. Boy was she stomping. In high heels. Could that make holes in the floor I wondered. I must have been bored.
But Ben’s wife is a little wooden as a character. Plus she wears make-up to bed. Women who don’t take their make-up off before bed are metaphorical dramatic vampires. They never really go to sleep. Dramatically speaking.
I would tend to think: watch out husband in that movie-your wife has full make-up on all the time. She might be a psychopath. (or a murderer) Look-she is always ready..