A bit more bustle this week, with a bunch of new acquisitions announced, all of which will air in 2018:
We also have some premiere dates, including dates for shows acquired this week for a change. But just in case you were wondering, season 2 of Travelers will be available on Netflix from 26 December. There’s something to enjoy with your Christmas leftovers, hey?
Despite previous indications to the contrary, this one actually ended up on Netflix (whoops). An asteroid’s coming to hit the Earth and only a student, a brilliant industrialist and some plodding government types can save the day. I lasted about two episodes, as it alternated between reasonably smart and galactically stupid, but you might last longer. Has been renewed for a second season in the US.
True story of the FBI’s hunt for the Unabomber, the deadliest serial bomber in history. The story focuses on FBI agent and criminal profiler Sam Worthington (Clash of the Titans, Deadline Gallipoli, Terminator 4), who pioneered the use of forensic linguistics to identify and ultimately capture Unabomber Paul Bettany. This series features Bettany and Worthington’s first leading roles on US television; it will also air on Discovery UK in 2018 at some point.
I haven’t reviewed it because it aired in August this year. Bloody August.
Lise (Barbara Schulz) hasn’t returned to her small hometown since the tragedy that shattered her teens. Now a detective, she is back to care for her Alzheimer’s-afflicted mother. But the day she arrives, a neighbour’s teenage daughter goes missing under the exact same circumstances as Lise’s two best friends 15 years previously. Determined to prevent history from repeating itself Lise imposes herself on the local police squad to help find the missing girl.
Desperate for answers, Lise takes it upon herself to revisit the cold case of her vanished friends. In the process of addressing her own painful memories, she is confronted by her mother’s own muddled recollections, including some shocking new revelations. But can Lise trust these memories have not been tainted by disease?
A four-part comedy series developed by Frank Spotnitz and Smita Bhide (Transporter: The Series) for comedian Russell Peters in his first starring role. It also stars WILLIAM SHATNER. Yes, that one.
Peters plays Doug D’Mello, a Toronto cop who unexpectedly finds himself investigating a murder in his parents’ Indian homeland. The investigation leads Doug to uncover a dangerous conspiracy involving David Marlowe (Shatner), a billionaire property developer, while dealing with his own ambivalence toward a country where, despite his heritage, he is an outsider.
It only started in Canada yesterday, so I haven’t had time to watch it yet. Fingers crossed, I’ll be reviewing the first episode on Monday, next week for sure.
So after three episodes, it seems that Frankie Drake Mysteries wants to be two things. Well, three things if you include “a combination of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Murdoch Mysteries“.
Set in Toronto in the roaring 20s, this Canadian-British co-production is about the city’s then only female private investigator Frankie Drake (Lauren Lee Smith), a daring independent, liberal before her time redhead who rides motorbikes, was a spy during the War and hobnobs with the likes of Howard Carter. Drake investigates crimes with the help of her three gal pals: PI partner Chantel Riley; quasi-CSI Sharron Matthews; and cop Rebecca Liddiard. All very empowering, no?
Episode 1 was a jaunty bit of fun in the style of screwball comedies and crime fiction of the time that also gave us a big chunk of Drake’s backstory. And that’s how episode three played out, too, with our heroine investigating the murdered corpse of a rival detective found in the boot of a car belonging to the son of her former spymaster. Lots of pretending to be a photographer, infiltrating country clubs, exchanging flirty quips with lazy local reporter Ernest Hemingway, revealing what she’d done in the war – all good stuff.
Yet at the same time, as well as being a bit of escapist fun for people who think that if they lived 100 years ago, they’d be hanging out with all their black friends, definitely not smoking and riding around on a motorbike in linen flapper outfits, Frankie Drake also wants to teach us a bit of history. As well as fleshing out all of Drake’s friends, episode two gave us a gander at 1920s labour relations, the burgeoning Canadian communist scene and the question of sex equality.
By the end of that episode, Drake had of course ended all sexual discrimination in Canada for all time. I think she might have passed the Female Employees Equal Pay Act through Parliament 30 years earlier than everyone thought, too, as everyone saw the injustice in not paying women the same as men for the same work. Thanks, Frankie!
All the episodes have elements of that educative quality, with Liddiard turning out to be a Morality Officer and as slavery was not too far in the past at that point, two episodes looking at the plight of black Canadians and Americans, including the French-speaking ones.
All of which would be very good, if the show could do two things. The first is to get the tone consistent. It’s a bit hard to go from an episode in which Drake is searching for jewel thieves who leave feathers behind as their calling card to one in which working women gang up Witness-style to prevent murders on the shop floor. It’s also a far better show when it’s being silly than when it’s trying to do hard-hitting political.
The second is to recast Frankie Drake herself. I’d really like Lee Smith to be good. I did like her in CSI, and she was about the only tolerable thing about This Life. Here, though, an entire series is supposed to revolve around her, her red-headed spunkiness and her sass. She’s supposed to be the air of 1920s spirited Suffragette confidence.
But instead, it’s like she’s having a competition to see who can say the most lines without taking a breath first. She’s less Sam Spade, more Tinkerbell – the sort of woman who pushes a motorbike around for show but never actually rides it. There’s a moment in episode 3 where she punches someone with all the force of a cupcake being tossed by a toddler and she grins as if to say, “Look at me! I’m the cleverest pixie in Tinseltown. Please love me!”
I’m really hoping she finds the spunk the script so desperately wishes she had, because although Frankie Drake isn’t a classic of the genre, it’s different enough, interesting enough and fun enough that it could be a decent bit weekly viewing. Until then, though, I’m going to sit the rest of the series out, I think.
Barrometer Rating: 3/5
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