Hello and welcome to another thrill packed
edition of 'Paul watches something and waffles about it it to no real point
until he gets bored.' This week, Jekyll.
At some point over the course of the last several years I managed to convince
myself that I had seen most of Jekyll
and missed the finale. Then I watched it
on DVD and realised that what I had in fact actually seen was one episode. Not
really sure what happened there. Perhaps I've gone insane and no-one thought to
tell me.
Leaving aside the question of whether I need to start checking for hairs on my
palms, the good thing about this little piece of self delusion is that rather
than having one episode of brand spanking new Steven Moffat sci-fi goodness to
indulge in, I had five. And five episodes of Moffat sci-fi is pretty much akin
to Christmas, that year your Mum won the lottery and your Dad got a huge bonus
and your Gran decided to spend Grandads life insurance payout on the kiddies,
cos "you can't take it with you, sweetie."
What I'm saying is, it's a good time.
The basic plot of Jekyll is
nothing massively original, at least at first; it
really is just Jekyll and Hyde in the modern day. That doesn't stay the
case for long though because, of course, if the plot was just a rehash
of the original there would be little
point in doing it. Instead Moffat, as he and Mark Gatiss would do (with
much
greater commercial and critical success) years later with the Sherlock
Holmes
mythos, adds twists, turns, and new elements aplenty to his modern
take. Where
this differs from Sherlock though, is that this isn't an adaptation.
It's a
sequel. Of a sort. Kinda.
I know that in TV terms Jekyll is ancient having been made, ruddy hell, 5 whole
years ago, but I'm not gonna spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it. Especially
since it's on sale in HMV for £3 (hint hint). Unfortunately, that means I
can't rave about what that 'kinda' means. Suffice to say, it's a clever little
twist, it leads to an even cleverer twist, and then things twist around a bit
more, and then a twist happens. And it ends on a twist. Or 2. And I'm not even
including the ridiculous, laugh out loud false opening to one particular
episode; it's very very cheeky, and could
have gone massively wrong, but you'll love it.
I'm a Moffat fanboy though, so my opinion is perhaps not worth as much
as that
of someone less biased; or as I like to call it, more wrong; and to be
honest
the show seems not to have achieved much in the way of praise.
Certainly, the
lack of a second season, coupled with the fact that everyone I talk to
seems
never to have heard of it, tells me it's perhaps not so well regarded
as all
that. But I love it, and that's all that matters. So nyah! Also, I'm
allowed to be excited for no other reason than I can finally tick the
show off in my massive 'To Watch' file, which never seems to get any
thinner. The swine.
Anyway, to the cast. James Nesbitt plays
Jekyll-alike Tom Jackman and his initially un-named (later to take the name
Hyde) alter ego is played by...James Nesbitt as well. It's a brilliant
transformation, almost entirely achieved through movement and intonation; a wig
is the extent of the make-up involved. I've never been a massive fan of
Nesbitt, mainly because he has never really appeared in anything I'd like to
watch rather than any active dislike
of his work, but he's won me over here.
It's not his show alone though, and he is ably assisted by a pretty
bloody good support cast. The one who got all the pre-launch buzz was
of course Michelle Ryan, ex of Eastenders and soon to be Bionic Woman,
who plays the psychiatric nurse Jackman hires to help him manage his
condition. They'll tell you it's because she was an up and coming star
in the making. I'll tell you it's cos she's hot.
And of course, who can forget the legend that is Wedge, Mr Denis Lawson
himself. Lawson plays Jackman's best friend, and boss. With a smart
line in sarcastic humour and a self deprecating air of 'taking it on
the chin' when the jokes on him, he and Nesbitt share an easy chemistry
that makes every scene they share a joy. But this is Denis Lawson we're
talking about, and as his role increases we see him steal any number
of scenes. The man is class. (His attempt to fire a gun is one of my
favourite scenes of the series. Seriously laugh out loud funny).
Jackman's bizarre behaviour has of course not gone unnoticed so it's
only a matter of time before someone decides to do a little digging.
Enter private eyes Meera Syal and Fenella Woolgar, a pairing that is an
absolute joy to watch together. Their chemistry is as seemingly natural
as Nesbitt and Lawson's and I have no doubt that had this story been
written from a slightly different angle, a sci-fi/horror detective show
with these two would have worked like a charm. I'd watch it. You never
know, we could still see it; I mean, it's not as if Moffat is busy at
the minute or anything.
The villains of the piece, intent on harnessing Hyde for their own
nefarious ends and hang the consequences to Jackman, are led by
Paterson Joseph. (See, I told you this was a stellar cast). His
American accent leaves a little bit to be desired; although I think
that may have been intentional; but his smarmy, ultra confident 'we own
the world' shtick always amuses, even when he's at his most evil, and
trust me when I tell you that he gets evil.
Which just leaves Gina Bellman. Now, as much as it pains me to say
this, I don't think Bellman is up to this. She plays Jackman's wife; a
role which becomes pretty important as his enemies start to use his
family against him, as well as in... other ways; and unfortunately
never quite manages to convince us of their relationship. We're told that they are soul mates, that they're a love story for the ages, but we never feel it.
Hers is a slightly too stiff performance, even in the sex scenes, or
when she is required to almost break under pressure. She gives the
impression of nothing so much as a drama student doing emoting
exercises; there's nothing behind the eyes, no soul to the performance.
It's a shame, and could easily have damaged the show, where she not
carried so ably by those around her.
In the end the show is too good, the material too strong, the rest of
the cast too talented; there is no question of one weak link dragging
it down. It's never going to be regarded as a classic of the genre, and
I'm not so mired in hero worship as to suggest that it should be, but
I'd say it's definitely up there with the best of the BBC's post Dr Who
revival glut of telefantasy efforts. If it wasn't for Moffat's current
job, I'd be crying foul that we never got a second season. As it is
though, I don't really think we can complain.
Of course, now that Jekyll is done I
have to go back to waiting with the rest of you for the new series of
Doctor Who for my Moff fix. In the meantime, what shall I be filling my
empty little head with? Well, I'll tell you.
Now, where's that waterproof teabag?
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