It’s “What have you been watching?”, your chance to recommend to fellow TMINE readers anything you’ve been watching this week
As I suspected last week American Rust, an adaptation of Philipp Meyer’s novel that Showtime described as “a compelling family drama and a timeless story told through the eyes of complicated and compromised chief of police Del Harris (Jeff Daniels) of a Pennsylvania Rust Belt town full of good people making bad choices” was about as fun as a hernia operation. Honestly, why do networks think:
- People want to watch miserable sh*t right now, after a year and a half of misery (at least a year and a half – apparently, in the Before Times, there were things to be miserable about other than Covid, too, but I struggle to remember those days so can’t confirm that)
- Miserable = quality TV while happy = lightweight TV?
It’s just such an odd couple of equations.
I also tried Australian Gangster (Australia: Seven). That’s billed as “Drug dealer, gangster, gym-junky, Lamborghini driver, husband, father, Australian Gangster is a four hour TV series about the life and death of a new breed of Sydney criminal. The kind that doesn’t care about playing it safe or keeping a low profile or even getting caught. Our main character is emblematic of the type of modern gangster that only really cares about looking good on Instagram, making a name for himself in a new, wannabe glamorous crime scene, while at the same time trying to manage the pressures of family life.”
I mean, it’s an obvious attempt to do a new Underbelly, just as a new Underbelly comes out, but want to guess how much fun it was? I mean it opens with a man being mildly threatening to a teacher because his kid has speech issues and so goes around biting everyone.
Do you know what that made me do? It made me watch some British TV.
The Cleaner (UK: BBC One)
“After CSI have done their stuff, the cleaner mops up the grisly remains. For Wicky, a bloodbath and the pub is all in a day’s work. Comedy written by and starring Greg Davies.”
And it’s odd. Mildly funny, but odd. Essentially, it’s a series of two-handers, with Davies turning up at a property to clean it after someone has died and then chatting with whomever he finds there for 30 minutes. So far we’ve had Helena Bonham-Carter, as a widow and suspected murderer who has returned to the scene of the crime; and David Mitchell, as a somewhat irate writer with writers’ block.
It’s somewhat reminiscent of Davies’ Taskmaster in some regards, with the dialogue usually being a battle of wits, before Davies just plays a meanness trump card to win. His character is little different from his standup persona, too, although there are fewer mentions of his mother.
But, I enjoyed it. Bonham-Carter was pleasingly dotty but also sympathetic as the woman who hated her model-making, unromantic husband but never got round to killing him. Mitchell was the “angry logic, you’re all imbeciles” persona we’ve come to expect, but also a figure of sympathy after a while.
It’s all a bit rough and loose, and your enjoyment is likely linked to how much you like Greg Davies. But it was definitely worth my time enough that I’d watch it again.
The regulars
On top of that, I now have two regulars to watch! It’s a true embarrassment of riches. They’re after the jump. But what have you been watching?
What We Do In the Shadows (US: FX; UK: BBC Two)
Episode three was a slightly feeble affair that at least brought back the werewolves from previous seasons, as well as Kristen Schaal, who’s been guesting as an upper echelons vampire this season. Kayvan Novak got to show off his bod again, which feels like a common theme of the season, while Matt Berry got to do the always-entertaining Matt Berry thing, and Natasia Demetriou got to pull some faces and lose her rag.
All of which sounds harsher than it should be, because What We Do… is gentle comedy at best. While there wasn’t a row of belly laughs from start to finish, there were enough mild titters and “Ha!” moments to make it more than worth my time.
Only Murders in the Building (US: Hulu; UK: Disney+)
In which our heroes and heroine/possible murderess decide that maybe it was noted rock star Sting who might have committed the murder so turn to top podcast host Tina Fey for tips on how to confront him.
It sounds silly. It is silly. But it’s joyously silly.
The best bits of the show for me are its meta-ness, with Martin Short constantly considering the podcast they’re making and its audio quality – has reality not delivered the line in the best way or close enough to repeat it? Then reality needs to redo the line, again and again and again.
Fey is as entertaining as you’d expect of course, plus Steve Martin discovering that he needs to be real and open up, rather than simply pass off old dialogue as his own, is actually quite poignant. I’m glad to say the show has also worked out what to do with Gomez – she’s the young thing who can jockey the internet when the old fuddy-duddies can’t, while also injecting the show with a degree of ambivalence.
I also like the non-linear nature of the story-telling, with the constant time shifts both forwards and backwards giving the story different twists that you wouldn’t expect. In particular, we have (spoiler alert) a flashforward to Fey hosting a future podcast episode about our podcasters and how they might be murderers .