BBC America finally decided to show the controversial BBC political sitcom The Thick Of It last week. They were so scared of creating offense that they put it on at midnight, which is ok, but then they did the unthinkable - they bleeped out all the swearing. The whole point of The Thick of It is that it has some of the best and most creative swearing that we've seen in the English language since Chaucer. The team behind The Thick of It has a new show on HBO called Veep but the reason Veep is such a crashing bore is because white Americans dont really curse with the verve of Brits or Micks and crucially Veep lacks Malcolm, the Prime Minister's sweary terrifying Scots enforcer, the star of both seasons of The Thick of It and the film In The Loop. S3E1 of The Thick Of It, unbleeped, below:
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
I'm an Irish novelist currently living in St Kilda, Australia
"Hardboiled charm, evocative dialogue, an acute sense of place and a sardonic sense of humour make McKinty one to watch."
---The Guardian
A couple more books, a few birthdays, some shuffleboard then a period spent in the digestive tract of earthworms, followed by molecular breakdown, the sun boiling into space, the heat death of the universe, atomic decay, perpetual darkness, a trillion years of nothingness and then, if we're lucky, brane collapse, a new singularity and a new Big Bang.
About Me
I'm an Irish novelist currently living in St Kilda, Australia
You can read a review of my latest book, The Cold Cold Ground, in The Guardian, here. You can peruse the review from the Irish Independent, here or the review in The Times, here. The Glasgow Herald's verdict is here and The Sydney Morning Herald chips in, here. Not to be outdone The Irish Times weighs in, here and the Irish Sunday Independent adds its two cents, here. If you want to know what all the fuss is about you can be a good chap and get The Cold Cold Ground on Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Audible.com or at your local bookshop.
Followers
More about me
I was born and grew up in Carrickfergus, Northern Ireland. After studying philosophy at Oxford University I emigrated to New York City where I lived in Harlem for seven years working in bars, bookstores, building sites and finally the basement stacks of the Columbia University Medical School Library in Washington Heights.
In 2000 I moved to Denver, Colorado where I taught high school English and started writing fiction in earnest. My first full length novel Dead I Well May Be was shortlisted for the 2004 Ian Fleming Steel Dagger Award and was picked by Booklist as one of the 10 best crime novels of the year. The sequel to that book The Dead Yard was selected by Publishers Weekly as one of the 12 best novels of 2006 and won the Audie Award for best mystery or thriller.
In mid 2008 I moved to St. Kilda, Melbourne, Australia with my wife and kids. My last book Falling Glass was Audible's Best Mystery or Thriller for 2011. I've just published a new novel for Serpents Tail called The Cold Cold Ground.
In 2000 I moved to Denver, Colorado where I taught high school English and started writing fiction in earnest. My first full length novel Dead I Well May Be was shortlisted for the 2004 Ian Fleming Steel Dagger Award and was picked by Booklist as one of the 10 best crime novels of the year. The sequel to that book The Dead Yard was selected by Publishers Weekly as one of the 12 best novels of 2006 and won the Audie Award for best mystery or thriller.
In mid 2008 I moved to St. Kilda, Melbourne, Australia with my wife and kids. My last book Falling Glass was Audible's Best Mystery or Thriller for 2011. I've just published a new novel for Serpents Tail called The Cold Cold Ground.
WORK IN PROGRESS:
All Hail McKinty!
"If Raymond Chandler had grown up in Northern Ireland he would have written The Cold Cold Ground."
---The Times
"Hardboiled charm, evocative dialogue, an acute sense of place and a sardonic sense of humour make McKinty one to watch."
---The Guardian
"A literary thriller that is as concerned with exploring the poisonously claustrophobic demi-monde of Northern Ireland during the Troubles, and the self-sabotaging contradictions of its place and time, as it is with providing the genre’s conventional thrills and spills. The result is a masterpiece of Troubles crime fiction: had David Peace, Eoin McNamee and Brian Moore sat down to brew up the great Troubles novel, they would have been very pleased indeed to have written The Cold Cold Ground."
---The Irish Times
"McKinty is a big new talent."
---The Daily Telegraph
"McKinty is a gifted man with poetry coursing through his veins and thrilling writing dripping from his fingertips."
---The Sunday Independent
"McKinty is a big new talent."
---The Daily Telegraph
"McKinty is a gifted man with poetry coursing through his veins and thrilling writing dripping from his fingertips."
---The Sunday Independent
"Adrian McKinty is fast gaining a reputation as the finest of the new generation of Irish crime writers, and it's easy to see why on the evidence of The Cold Cold Ground."
---The Glasgow Herald
"McKinty is a storyteller with the kind of style and panache that blur the line between genre and mainstream."
---Kirkus Reviews
"McKinty's literate expertly crafted crime novel confirms his place as one of his generation's leading talents."
---Publishers Weekly
"McKinty crackles with raw talent. His dialogue is superb, his characters rich and his plotting tight and seemless. He writes with a wonderful and wonderfully humorous flair for language raising his work above most crime genre offerings and bumping it right up against literature."
---The San Francisco Chronicle
"McKinty keeps getting better. He melds the snap and crackle of the old Mickey Spillane tales with the literary skills of Raymond Chandler and sets it all down in his own artful way."
---The Rocky Mountain News
"The first of McKinty's Forsythe novels, "Dead I Well May Be," was intense, focused and entirely brilliant. This one is looser-limbed, funnier...so, I imagine, is the middle book, "The Dead Yard," which I haven't read but which Publishers Weekly included on its list of the 12 best novels of 2006, along with works by Peter Abrahams, Richard Ford, Cormac McCarthy and George Pelecanos."
---The Washington Post
"McKinty, who grew up in Northern Ireland, has an ear for language and a taste for violence, and he serves up a terrifically gory, swiftly paced thriller."
---The Miami Herald
"There's nothing like an Irish tough guy. And we're not talking about Gentleman Gerry Cooney here. No, we mean the new breed of bare-knuckle Irish writers like Adrian McKinty, Ken Bruen and John Connolly who are bringing fresh life to the crime fiction genre."
---The Philadelphia Inquirer
"McKinty's writing is dark and witty with gritty realism, spot on dialogue, and fascinating characters."
---The Chicago Sun-Times
"If you like your noir staples such as beautiful women, betrayal, murder, mixed with a heavy dose of blood, crunched bones, body parts flying around served up with some throwaway humour, you need look no further, McKinty delivers all of this with the added bonus that the writing is pitch perfect."
---The Barcelona Review
"I really enjoyed [Dead I Well May Be’s] combination of toughness and a striking literary style. Both those things are evident in Hidden River. McKinty is going places."
---The Observer
"This is a terrific read. McKinty gives us a strong non stop story with attractive characters and fine writing."
---The Morning Star
"[McKinty] draws us close and relates a fantastic tale of murder and revenge in low, wry tones, as if from the next barstool...he drops out of conversational mode to throw in a few breathtaking fever-dream sequences for flavor. And then he springs an ending so right and satisfying it leaves us numb with delight and ready to pop for another round. Start the cliche machine: This is a profoundly satisfying book from a major new talent and one of the best crime fiction debuts of the year."
---Booklist
"The story is soaked in the holy trinity of the noir thriller: betrayal, money and murder, but seen through with a panache and political awareness that give McKinty a keen edge over his rivals."
---The Big Issue
"A darkly humorous cross between a hard-boiled mystery and a Beat novel."
---The St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"A roller coaster of highs and lows, light humour and dark deeds, the powerful undercurrent of McKinty's talent will swiftly drag you away. Let's hope the author does not slow down anytime soon."
---The Irish Examiner
"A virtual carnival of slaughter."
---The Wall Street Journal
"McKinty has once again harnassed the power of poetry, violence, lust and revenge to forge a sequel to his acclaimed Dead I Well May Be."
---The Irish Post
"A pacey, violent caper in which McKinty vividly portrays [Belfast's] sleazy, still-menacing underbelly."
---The Sunday Times
"McKinty writes with the soul of a poet; his prose dances off the pages with Old World grace and haunting intensity. It's crime fiction on the level of Michael Connolly with the conviction of James Hall."
---The Jackson Clarion-Ledger
"The Bloomsday Dead is the explosive final installment in a trilogy of kinetic thrillers."
---The New York Times
"Adrian McKinty has garnered nothing but praise for his first two books. The third in the trilogy The Bloomsday Dead should leave no doubt that he is a true star. Fast moving and highly engaging this is a great book. McKinty just gets better and better."
---CrimeSpree
"Until The Dead Yard's relentless, poignant ending you'll turn these pages as quickly as you can."
---The Cleveland Plain Dealer
"McKinty's Dead Trilogy has been praised by critics, who call it "intense," "masterful" and "loaded with action." If your reading pleasure leans toward thrillers offering suspense, close calls, wry wit, sharp dialogue, local color and sudden mayhem, you wont do better."
---The Sacramento Bee
"Le Fleuve caché d'Adrian McKinty impressionne par la richesse et la diversité de son ton et de son écriture, passant avec aisance du lyrisme ample de la nostalgie de l'amour perdu au rythme saccadé du narrateur sous l'emprise de l'héroïne. Ce livre rare et maîtrisé est une réussite bien digne de la Série noire."
---Le Figaro
Eine eigentlich simple Story, die natürlich bereits als Grundlage für Hunderte Bücher und Filme diente, macht Adrian McKinty zu der mitreißenden Odyssee eines jungen Mannes, der in der Lage ist, sich seiner Umwelt anzupassen wie jene Kakerlaken, die er in seinem Harlemer Appartement jagt, studiert und sowohl angewidert awie anerkennend entkommen lässt. Nicht umsonst 1992 angesiedelt, ist Der sichere Tod der kongeniale Kommentar zum Wesen der Neunziger.
- Jochen König, krimi-couch.de
"McKinty - that guy is a friggin genius."
---Ken Bruen
"McKinty is a cross between Mickey Spillane and Damon Runyan, the toughest, the best."
---Frank McCourt
"McKinty is an exciting new talent."
---Ed McBain
"Daddy's book is really boring."
---Sophie McKinty (aged 2 1/2)
"McKinty is a storyteller with the kind of style and panache that blur the line between genre and mainstream."
---Kirkus Reviews
"McKinty's literate expertly crafted crime novel confirms his place as one of his generation's leading talents."
---Publishers Weekly
"McKinty crackles with raw talent. His dialogue is superb, his characters rich and his plotting tight and seemless. He writes with a wonderful and wonderfully humorous flair for language raising his work above most crime genre offerings and bumping it right up against literature."
---The San Francisco Chronicle
"McKinty keeps getting better. He melds the snap and crackle of the old Mickey Spillane tales with the literary skills of Raymond Chandler and sets it all down in his own artful way."
---The Rocky Mountain News
"The first of McKinty's Forsythe novels, "Dead I Well May Be," was intense, focused and entirely brilliant. This one is looser-limbed, funnier...so, I imagine, is the middle book, "The Dead Yard," which I haven't read but which Publishers Weekly included on its list of the 12 best novels of 2006, along with works by Peter Abrahams, Richard Ford, Cormac McCarthy and George Pelecanos."
---The Washington Post
"McKinty, who grew up in Northern Ireland, has an ear for language and a taste for violence, and he serves up a terrifically gory, swiftly paced thriller."
---The Miami Herald
"There's nothing like an Irish tough guy. And we're not talking about Gentleman Gerry Cooney here. No, we mean the new breed of bare-knuckle Irish writers like Adrian McKinty, Ken Bruen and John Connolly who are bringing fresh life to the crime fiction genre."
---The Philadelphia Inquirer
"McKinty's writing is dark and witty with gritty realism, spot on dialogue, and fascinating characters."
---The Chicago Sun-Times
"If you like your noir staples such as beautiful women, betrayal, murder, mixed with a heavy dose of blood, crunched bones, body parts flying around served up with some throwaway humour, you need look no further, McKinty delivers all of this with the added bonus that the writing is pitch perfect."
---The Barcelona Review
"I really enjoyed [Dead I Well May Be’s] combination of toughness and a striking literary style. Both those things are evident in Hidden River. McKinty is going places."
---The Observer
"This is a terrific read. McKinty gives us a strong non stop story with attractive characters and fine writing."
---The Morning Star
"[McKinty] draws us close and relates a fantastic tale of murder and revenge in low, wry tones, as if from the next barstool...he drops out of conversational mode to throw in a few breathtaking fever-dream sequences for flavor. And then he springs an ending so right and satisfying it leaves us numb with delight and ready to pop for another round. Start the cliche machine: This is a profoundly satisfying book from a major new talent and one of the best crime fiction debuts of the year."
---Booklist
"The story is soaked in the holy trinity of the noir thriller: betrayal, money and murder, but seen through with a panache and political awareness that give McKinty a keen edge over his rivals."
---The Big Issue
"A darkly humorous cross between a hard-boiled mystery and a Beat novel."
---The St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"A roller coaster of highs and lows, light humour and dark deeds, the powerful undercurrent of McKinty's talent will swiftly drag you away. Let's hope the author does not slow down anytime soon."
---The Irish Examiner
"A virtual carnival of slaughter."
---The Wall Street Journal
"McKinty has once again harnassed the power of poetry, violence, lust and revenge to forge a sequel to his acclaimed Dead I Well May Be."
---The Irish Post
"A pacey, violent caper in which McKinty vividly portrays [Belfast's] sleazy, still-menacing underbelly."
---The Sunday Times
"McKinty writes with the soul of a poet; his prose dances off the pages with Old World grace and haunting intensity. It's crime fiction on the level of Michael Connolly with the conviction of James Hall."
---The Jackson Clarion-Ledger
"The Bloomsday Dead is the explosive final installment in a trilogy of kinetic thrillers."
---The New York Times
"Adrian McKinty has garnered nothing but praise for his first two books. The third in the trilogy The Bloomsday Dead should leave no doubt that he is a true star. Fast moving and highly engaging this is a great book. McKinty just gets better and better."
---CrimeSpree
"Until The Dead Yard's relentless, poignant ending you'll turn these pages as quickly as you can."
---The Cleveland Plain Dealer
"McKinty's Dead Trilogy has been praised by critics, who call it "intense," "masterful" and "loaded with action." If your reading pleasure leans toward thrillers offering suspense, close calls, wry wit, sharp dialogue, local color and sudden mayhem, you wont do better."
---The Sacramento Bee
"Le Fleuve caché d'Adrian McKinty impressionne par la richesse et la diversité de son ton et de son écriture, passant avec aisance du lyrisme ample de la nostalgie de l'amour perdu au rythme saccadé du narrateur sous l'emprise de l'héroïne. Ce livre rare et maîtrisé est une réussite bien digne de la Série noire."
---Le Figaro
Eine eigentlich simple Story, die natürlich bereits als Grundlage für Hunderte Bücher und Filme diente, macht Adrian McKinty zu der mitreißenden Odyssee eines jungen Mannes, der in der Lage ist, sich seiner Umwelt anzupassen wie jene Kakerlaken, die er in seinem Harlemer Appartement jagt, studiert und sowohl angewidert awie anerkennend entkommen lässt. Nicht umsonst 1992 angesiedelt, ist Der sichere Tod der kongeniale Kommentar zum Wesen der Neunziger.
- Jochen König, krimi-couch.de
"McKinty - that guy is a friggin genius."
---Ken Bruen
"McKinty is a cross between Mickey Spillane and Damon Runyan, the toughest, the best."
---Frank McCourt
"McKinty is an exciting new talent."
---Ed McBain
"Daddy's book is really boring."
---Sophie McKinty (aged 2 1/2)
Who's been dropping by
What's Next For Me?
A couple more books, a few birthdays, some shuffleboard then a period spent in the digestive tract of earthworms, followed by molecular breakdown, the sun boiling into space, the heat death of the universe, atomic decay, perpetual darkness, a trillion years of nothingness and then, if we're lucky, brane collapse, a new singularity and a new Big Bang.
Me & the Mrs in our survivalist bunker
Adios and thank you for stopping by....
Humiliation, unhappiness, discord are the ancient foods of heroes---Jorge Luis Borges
The measure of a writer isn't success, but how hard he tried to do what he knew he couldn't do---William Faulkner
I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen---J G Ballard
I read the dictionary once . . . It turns out that the zebra did it --- Steven Wright
Times are bad. Children disobey their parents and everyone is writing a book---Cicero
Made in Ireland
42 comments:
Gee, even Blogger must not like swearing. It just killed my effort to put up this comment. Let's try again.
Oh, that’s great. “He’s so dense that light bends around him” and “I’ve got a to-do list here that’s longer than a fucking Leonard Cohen song” are m two favorites so far. Of course, America would never be allowed to hear some of Jonathan Meades’ lines in North, either.
===========================
Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/
Even better:
“It’s chiefly heroin, although she has cut down since getting pregnant by that Nigerian people smuggler ‘cuz the track marks would have affected her porn career.”
I’ll have to buy an uncensored version of this in London or Bristol next month.
======================
Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://www.detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com
Peter
Or you could just be decadent and watch the whole series here on youtube before the BBC finds out about it.
The two TV shows that The New Yorker has decided to cast its spotlight upon recently Veep and Awake are both pretty awful. The New Yorker I've noticed, is not good at spotting TV trends before they break.
The fuck do you think I'm doing now?
Peter
Really good arc to season 3. I think the last episode is on another level in terms of brilliance.
What season is it in now? This is great stuff.
Does Episode 1, Season 1, about 1:25 in really have the line "Too many Grahams? We ought to kill some of them"?
OK, there. Now we know Seana will tune in.
Peter
I forgot about the Graham line.
The seasons are a bit complicated. There season 1 with Hugh Abbot as the minister. Then there's a Christmas special which was two episodes long that is considered to be season 2. Then season 3 with Nicola Murray as the minister. You can disregard season 2 as its more of a novelty, the good stuff is in 1 and 3.
I watched one segment in which Hugh was the minister. I'll try to watch in order whatever is available, then do some shopping in England.
Not that I'm an expert on either, but bits of the show, the quieter ones especially, reminded me a little of Curb Your Enthusiasm of The Garry Shandling Show. But I like this better.
============================
Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com.
Peter
I dont about season 1, but all of season 3 is up on youtube and can be watched sequentially by searching thick of it s3 e1 etc.
I'd put The Thick of It higher than Curb and Shandling and on a par with The Larry Sanders show and s3-7 Seinfeld.
I used to really like Ricky Gervais but I can rewatch any of the RG vehicles now because I just find them painful and just not that funny anymore.
I saw Larry Sanders a time or two and liked it. I also liked the bits of Seinfeld I've seen, but nowhere near as much as this.
Now, back to Season 1, Episode 2.
Oh, and in the matter of the best swearing since Chaucer, Shakespeare, who created Thersites in Troilus and Cressida. might have something to say with your assessment.
Peter
Although not that sweary I do like Aaron the Moor's monologue in Titus Andronicus
Great series and great swearing.
Criminy -- what is the POINT?!
My wife works in a government ofice and they watch The Thick of It at lunch. They think it's a documentary.
I've only seen the first episode of Veep but I liked it. The Julia Louis-Dreyfus character isn't an idiot.
Adrian, that scene is still not as good as
"The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel
beef-witted lord!"
Troilus And Cressida, Act II, Scene I
I started watching The Thick of It on my computer awhile ago when you posted a segment. I liked it, but the problem with watching things on my computer is that I forget about them.
I don't really get the BBC fear about swearing in America. I thought that was part of what made Deadwood so popular here. I haven't managed to get into the series, but for awhile there my friends could hardly say a sentence without heightening it by profanity.
My Graham blood was up when I walked the last few feet to my house late last night. There is no sidewalk on my side of a busy road, and I have to try and walk on the edge of the road, or in this rough mulch area on the side, which isn't the best footing. So I keep an eye out for the cyclists zipping down the hill and step up into the mulch when necessary. It's not the greatest arrangement, but it's really the only thing you can do. So two different cyclists come racing down the hill, with no lights, no helmets, nothing, and I step out of the way of both of them, and the second one says, Stay off the bike path, please, as he sails past. I only managed to say, "Oh, shut up," within his earshot, but afterwards I was enraged enough to get off a colorful line or two. Fucking passive aggressive, sanctimonious Santa Cruz prick. He epitomized everything I hate about this place at times, and it's probably lucky that my ancestors did not completely take over my soul as the entire town would have lain in ashes around me this morning.
Top swearing, Seana.
Adrian, Malcolm's elaborate outbursts remind me of curses that turn up in Yiddish/Jewish joke books, to wit:
"I wish you everything you wish me and everything you'll wish you wished me when you find out what I wished you."
My swearing is so far better in my head than it is out on the streets, but once I start to get senile, everybody better watch the hell out.
John, I take it that the version seen in Canada does not bleep out the swearing.
==================================
Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com.
Seana, it's no use replying because no matter what I said, it would not be nearly as funny without Malcolm Tucker's accent.
I have a theory that in the British Isles, the farther north one gets the better the accents get until one reaches a linguistic black hole of utter incomprehensibility.
PAUL
Agreed.
KA
I dont know. BBC America has some odd ideas.
John
I think my problem with Veep is that there is not terrifying central villain. The guy from the White House is a drip. Also when they swear they seem embarrassed to be doing it.
Seana
When a bicyclist nearly hit my daughter on a mixed use bit of the boardwalk a month ago and then told me to "keep an eye on my kid" I let her have it for riding too fast when there were children around. When she stopped and started swearing she had no idea who she was dealing with. A guy from Belfast can match a guy from Glasgow in that department any day of the week.
Peter
You should try and catch Geordie Shore some time. I wonder if you can catch the accent.
I don't think I ever mentioned here how I somehow ended up at an Earth Day celebration in Boston in 1990. The peaceful march or whatever it was that I was in nearly ended up in mayhem because the cyclists and pedestrians trying to negotiate some of the same narrow passages were annoying the hell out of each other. I was annoyed too, but I also found it ironically amusing.
I thought I'd mentioned the incident that had me thinking about starting a blog called "Crush the Cyclists." If I can't find at D. Beyond Borders, I'll write it up either as a new post or as a comment here. Like you I swore long and loud at cyclists, possibly a hundred to them.
Adrian, I may have mentioned that I fell in love with Geordie accents when I heard the author Sheila Quigley, who comes form Sunderland, speak at Crimefest. My favorite utterance of hers happened when she said to Declan Burke: "Aye, you look like shite."
Peter, they're the government, they somehow have the UK version on discs.
Adrian, I agree there's no central villian on Veep, A big problem.
John, I figured that if Canadian bookstores get UK editions rather than US editions of novels, they might also get the UK version of "Thick of It," which I watched until almost 6 this morning and probably now know just bit less about than does Adrian.
I watched the beginning of the first episode of Veep last night as part of my Thick of It marathon. The comparison might be unfair because not many people will watch the two shows back to back, but Veep suffered by comparison, and not just for the weak swearing you mentioned. The camera work was static; ordinarily not a bad thing but producing a curiously flat effect after the kinetic Thick of It. Y=The only scene in the opening minutes that had even a spark of excitement was the one where the vice president is greeting senators at the sparsely attended reception. That’s the only one where the camera moves.
I bet that if you studies shots of people walking down hallways in The Thick of It, you’d find that most were shot from high or oblique angles. In Veep, you get Julia Louis-Dreyfus and her advisors in a medium-long shot, straight on, like The Mod Squad or the posters for the Sex and the City movie – in short, like a hundred thousand shots you’ve seen before. The show may get better after the first 3 minutes, 41 seconds, but by God, I’m going to have to force myself to watch any more of it if I watch it at all.
===================================
Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com
Peter
No kinetic lively camerawork and no central scary villain which is very very odd. In real life the President's first Chief of State Rahm Emmanuel was a sweary, bull headed, street fighter, accosting people in showers, shoving them etc. Veep is desperate for that kind of presence.
Yeah, a Malcolm Tucker-like character apparently based on Rahm Emanuel. Even President Obama has poked public fun a this reputation. I think Emanuel broke a finger or something, and Obama said that would cut Emanuel's vocabulary way down.
Static camerwork might not be a bad thing (though hard to get used to after The Thick of It), but the camerawork is schizophrenic in those opening minutes, static most of the shots but tentatively approaching Thick Of It-style movement in that scene I mentioned in my previous comment.
=============================
Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com.
P.S. I've now watched Series 1, Series 2, and Series 3 up to and including Episode 5.
Peter
Well I wont spoil it but I think the final two episodes of S3 are the best. I think I like Nicola Murray a little better than Hugh too.
I could well watch the rest of Season 3. I like that the show is not afraid to have Nicola shed a tear now and then, and the awkwardness with which her male colleagues respond -- one of many things I like.
Post a Comment