Showing posts with label Moffat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moffat. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

TV: Did You Miss Me? Sherlock Series 3

Spoilers galore here.  If you haven't seen all of Sherlock Series 3, go away.

Sherlock came to the end of its third series last Sunday, and it’s proved to have got a more mixed reception than the previous two.  Perhaps this is inevitable given the enormous weight hanging on it.  After the massive cliffhanger at the end of the second series – Hashtag Sherlock Llives! - two years of theories have built up and everyone has been waiting to see how it was done.  Something else missing was the constant threat of Moriarty – his non-presence was a presence in itself, whereas in this series the story arc that Mrs Watson turns out to be a bit of a wrong ‘un didn’t really stick.  But there’s also been plenty to enjoy; it’s just felt less flowing than previous episodes.

The big question on everyone’s lips was: ‘How did Sherlock survive?’  And it wasn’t really answered, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but felt like a bit of a let-down after two years.  Probably the point being made with all the ‘fake resolution’ set-pieces was that any answer that the programme provided would be torn to bits by fans (just as Anderson immediately starts picking holes in Sherlock’s own version of (his)story), and that’s quite an amusing conceit.  But (and I’m sure this isn’t actually the case) it came across as though the writers had written themselves into a bit of a hole and couldn’t find a good way of getting out of it.  That’s an uncharitable take, but it’s a fact that lots of people seem to have found it a cop out.  Personally I think it trumps the lazy explanation Conan Doyle himself gives for Holmes’ survival in the books and it says interesting things about cliffhangers – do we enjoy coming up with our own theories more anyway?  The resolution to the first series cliffhanger was quite weak (Moriarty is about to shoot Holmes and Watson…  and then has to go and take a phone call) – perhaps we shouldn’t get hung up on them?  This would have been easier if the mystery in this first episode had been compelling, the episode felt more like a postscript to the second series, with the mystery a B-plot in its own story.  It did feel like an episode that didn't want to live up to expectations, and so it didn't.

The second episode, ‘The Sign Of Three’ was controversial amongst people online  (it might have been just as controversial with nonline people as well but I’ve not met anyone in the flesh who hated it as ferociously).  This was Sherlock as Rom-Com, and whether that sounds like a criticism or compliment depends on what you want out of Sherlock as a show.  If you are after solid police procedural (and to be fair, that is Sherlock’s remit), you wouldn’t have enjoyed this episode very much.  The crime business was mainly saved for the last third of the episode, most of the rest being taken up with comedy set-pieces. 
Not a scene from 'Love, Actually...' Honestly.
Luckily this is one of Steven Moffat’s strengths and I thought it worked as entertainment very well.  It didn’t necessarily work as crime drama, but this brings us back to having to think about why we like Sherlock.  I like Sherlock (and I’m talking generally here, not just the Cumberbatch incarnation) because he is so odd, detached and yet in the thick of life, someone hard to empathise with as a reader/viewer because empathy is alien to the character.  If I was only interested in seeing how the mysteries are solved, I doubt Holmes would have held my attention for as many years as he has.  Crime solving was not always heavily emphasised in the original stories – murder features in a significant minority of the books and some of the stories have no crime at all.  The crime solving aspect of the stories is a large part of the enjoyment of the stories but for me it’s not the most important.  So it’s fun to see this character taken right out of his comfort zone.  Holmes is a character who feels at odds with the fact that he is, in fact, a human just like us, and part of the appeal is seeing how he reacts compared to those around him.  Most of the time he is used to being the man with all the answers.  Dropping him in to a Richard Curtis Rom-Com (or, with the stag-do scenes, an episode of Coupling) puts him into a situation where everyone else is much more clued up than him; and inverting the natural order of things can be a refreshing way to look at a character.  And while I wouldn’t claim that the crime plot was one of the better ones, I rather liked how all the disparate elements came crashing together at once.  You couldn’t make a show out of it, but it’s fun to do once in a while.   

‘His Last Vow’ was back to normal(ish) for the series.  After the first week dealt with Sherlock’s resurrection and the second was a genre-bending curate’s egg, this was back to the usual territory.  Moffat and Gattis are still brilliant at bringing old things up to date – Wiggins, Sherlock in a crack den etc – but the best thing in the episode was Charles Augustus Magnusson (nee Milverton).  A genuinely disturbing villain, giving even Moriarty a run for his money, CAM has been changed from a fat, smug, gloating blackmailer into an emotionless, softly spoken, deranged one. Coming across like a weird cross between Julian Assange and Steve Jobs, he was particularly unpleasant and seeing him miming away in his own mind palace examined the nature of blackmail – it doesn’t require evidence as long as the threat of evidence existing is enough.
The reveal that Mary Watson isn’t all she seems didn’t particularly do it for me (as story-arcs go the Mary Watson one has felt pretty inconsequential) and the cosy Christmas scenes were pure padding.   But the  direction of the scene where Holmes is shot is fantastic.  And the climax, where Sherlock reminds us all that he is a psychopath, not Doctor Who, and ends the game with cold blooded murder is a brilliant reaffirming of this version of the character . 


And then the series ends exactly like the last one did, a cliffhanger with a seemingly dead character coming back to life and us lot trying to figure out how exactly for two years.  It’s been an up and down series, sometimes over-reaching or feeling unsure of its footing and at other times fully on top of its game, sometimes fluctuating between the two states within the same ten minutes.  But it has retained its own identity and has proved it can still be completely compelling if not as compulsive as before.  Another series will have to up its game and be more consistent in order to keep its fans sticking around but for now...  
Hashtag Moriarty Lives!


Wednesday, 8 January 2014

TV: Doctor Who And The Curse Of The Fatal Fans

Fans – they love things, don’t they? That’s what it means to be a fan, surely?

Well yes… To an extent. But there’s more to it than that.

Fans love things in a vaguely or emphatically obsessive way (there’s definitely a spectrum). Someone who loves, for example, The Beatles isn’t necessarily someone who would spend £8,437 on John Lennon’s school dentention slips and think it a wise use of money. There are of course the other more interesting fans of The Beatles who have been inspired by them to create their own music.

 
Fans of music have this option to express their love. Countless garage bands prove it – the DIY aesthetic means that a music fan just has to pick up an instrument, learn some covers and express their fandom in an exhilarating and gratifying way, perhaps going on to create their own music and getting their own fans. That is after all how The Beatles themselves started out, doing Chuck Berry covers at the school fete.

Lovers of other things tend not to have immediate access to ways to express their inner fan. Sports fans may love their football but most know deep down that the chances are they will never play for their country. Similarly, people who are fans of Star Wars are unlikely to direct or act in the films; and fans of TV shows like Doctor Who are unlikely to produce the show.


Russell T Davies and Steven Moffat: The Fanboys That Made It...
Only that is exactly what has happened with Doctor Who since its 2005 resurrection. First Russell T Davis and now Steven Moffat, both fans of the show since childhood, have written and steered the show all the way. Not only that but another childhood fan, David Tennant got to play The Doctor and another, Peter Capaldi is just starting to have a bash himself…

This is quite a weird situation. And it is in many ways a brilliant situation. It is a good thing to know that there is Saturday family television not merely being churned out by programme monkeys to get high ratings (like the awful Robin Hood revival that began around the same time as Doctor Who came back). This is something that is being made by people who are passionate about something and want to do happy memories of their childhood justice. They care about wanting to make something good, which isn’t as common as it should be in television. And they are very talented at what they do – Russell T Davis and Steven Moffat didn’t get the job of showrunner by turning up at the BBC and waving their Doctor Who Magazine subscription at reception. They’re two of the best writers for television of the last 30-odd years, who would have been remembered for shows like Press Gang, Queer as Folk, Coupling and so forth for years even if Doctor Who was still dead and buried.


However (there was always going to be a 'however'...)

Mark Lawson mentions the writers’ fandom origins in passing in a recent review of Doctor Who and Sherlock’s recentepisodes written for The Guardian (Moffat is of course heavily involved in Sherlock, but we’ll have plenty of time to discuss that next week after the 3rd series finishes…). Most of Lawson's article is concerned with how Moffat and Mark Gatiss respond to their fans however, and this is where the danger of having fan hands at the steering wheel (or the lunatics in charge of the asylum) has the potential to be damaging. Genre fiction tends to become afflicted with continuity – that is, people start to enjoy the game of pretending that the stories are real as much (or in some cases more than) as they enjoy the stories themselves. Whole books have been devoted to putting all the Sherlock Holmes stories into chronological order, whole blog posts about UNIT Dating (if you need to ask what ‘UNIT Dating’ means you don’t want to know the answer, believe me). And fans love the continuity stuff, can’t get enough. But drama stands or falls on its ability to tell fun and engaging stories, not how well it plugs continuity holes. 

Lawson says the Doctor Who Christmas episode, ‘The Time Of The Doctor’ “included a plot twist that granted the Time Lord another dozen physical regenerations, thus resolving (at least in the minds of the producers) the problem, much discussed on fan sites, that according to the rules originally set down, the Doctor was permitted only 12 embodiments.” This is true; and it was embarrassingly pointless. It added nothing of dramatic worth to the plot of the episode. It was solving a problem that only a fraction of the audience knew existed and most of them probably weren’t particularly bothered about it being answered either, being much more concerned with what the hell was meant to be going on. And that’s just one example of many call backs to old episodes, in-jokes and so on. It’s the job of the fan and fan-fiction to worry about all these piddling little details, and the job of the writers of the BBC’s main Christmas Day event to make good drama for all the family.

But this is the problem – being a fan himself Moffat feels the need to be accountable to fandom and this is a big, big mistake. Because that’s when the programme begins to be made primarily for the fans and not the majority of the audience. He’s an excellent writer, but fan fiction’s never a pretty sight. Obsessing about essentially meaningless details gets in the way of interesting characters and things actually, you know, making sense. And that is what killed Doctor Who in the 1980s after all – the producers had spent years courting the fans at the expense of the interest of the general public; until eventually only the fans were watching and it was inevitably axed. Funnily enough, concentrating on giving a minority of obsessives what they (think they) want isn’t the recipe for a popular show.
 

The vast majority of an average Doctor Who audience are casual viewers, willing to enjoy a good story but not expecting to have more than a basic grasp of the concept of the show - and why should they? As a programme it has become too exclusive. My girlfriend likes Doctor Who to the extent that if I’m watching it she’ll watch it with me and sometimes get pretty into it, but she isn’t and never will be a fan. Recent episodes make her feel confused, left out and ultimately bored, which means that I don’t enjoy them as much either.
 

Doctor Who’s remit, right from day one, was to be accessible to everyone in the family on a Saturday in between the afternoon sport and the evening’s adult entertainment. Which is how it was for most people.  It wasn't targeted at anything as specific as sci-fi fans.  It was something you watched with your parents or children.  Fandom as a ‘thing’ didn’t happen to Doctor Who until the 1970s. Doctor Who’s ‘history’ was just whatever the writers happened to remember at the time. Then an article was published in a magazine by the Chief Head Fan of the Doctor Who Association (or whatever). It was one of Tom Baker’s most famous stories, ‘The Deadly Assassin’ – the story where the whole idea Lawson mentions about ‘The Doctor can only have 12 lives’ was introduced. The article lambasted the producers for messing up the continuity: what was all this nonsense about him only having 12 lives, how dare they? They had ruined Doctor Who! (The article's available online but it’s so excruciatingly badly written I can’t bring myself even to link to it…) So what did the producers do or say in response? Nothing whatsoever, obviously – if you’re the producer of a high profile BBC1 prime time show you don’t take shit off some guy in a bedroom, frankly. And it’s ironic to think that Steven Moffat was crowbarring in desperate dialogue at Christmas to justify some fictional facts that fandom itself had originally been dead set against.
 

Any good TV series should be able to have its premise summed up in a sentence. Doctor Who = ‘Mysterious man travels through time and space in a magic box.’ Doctor Who is by no means a failing show, it is still generally well regarded, but I think it’s time it went back to basics and stopped getting bogged down in its own mythology – and maybe aim to make some new fans as well as just pleasing the old ones.
DARFIELD


UPDATE: 31/01/2014

Have been reading some of Philip Sandifer's excellent Doctor Who blog 'TARDIS Eruditorium' again, and he says so much more about The Deadly Assassin in a better way than I ever could... http://www.philipsandifer.com/2011/11/far-more-than-just-deadly-assassin.html