Showing posts with label Dervla Kirwan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dervla Kirwan. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Cape of good hope


No one could care less about Hazel O'Connor, which is fair enough, but what are you enjoying on the telly at the moment.

You may have seen C4's Cape Wrath last night. I got the preview DVD a few weeks ago and watched it then. I was in two minds, as I thought it was great but a bit too odd for its own good. Mrs F-C hadn't seen it so I watched it again with her and she loved it and I thought it was much better second time around. Those first eps always suffer from so much scene-setting, but I think it's a great premise with some interesting characters and I hear gets better and more intriguing as the weeks go by. In America they're calling it Meadowlands, which is an equally good title. I do like Lucy Cohu, I think she's magnetic. I will be sticking with this one. Very Twin Peaks, very Desperate Housewives.

We're also enjoying True Dare Kiss. Good to see Dervla Kirwan back on telly, in not just any drama, but a finely-crafted, multi-layered, well-casted and acted drama by Debbie Horsfield, covered in a summer berry coulis. I find Paul McGann quite irritating as an actor though. He's so thin, it's desperately unfair. Lorraine Ashbourne is fantastic as the football hooligan sister. She's married to Andy Serkis you know.

Other telly treats are few - I liked Classic Brittania on BBC4 (always showing something of interest) and The Tower, squirrelled away in a graveyard slot on BBC1 is ace. Good to see Wire In The Blood back tonight, surely Robson Green's finest hour. Otherwise I've got a Sky+ full of Pie In The Sky to get through and the second half of Jericho, which is enjoyable tosh, and the last bit of The Sopranos. Plus there's still season 3 of The Wire to get through, and while Mrs F-C sits by lakes and mountains at a conference centre in the heart of Finland, I shall be polishing that one off.

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