I just started watching Durham Country Series 2. I’ve seen maybe ten minutes of the first episode.
I see immediately that Dad is the problem. Sadie is the only human being in the show – Dad is buggered up, Mum is buggered up, the Antagonist ( caught and jailed in the last series – what’s going on here – another ‘master criminal behind bars calling the shots’ thing? ) is by definition majorly fucked and all the others are either of no consequence or exhibit failings of professional competence or whatever…
Only Sadie.
And we get the whiff – have since the last series – that Dad is hiding something. It is not clear (to me) but seems to be something about running down this antagonist in his car but (it is claimed) really trying to run down his ex wife (?) or girlfriend (?) because he was so screwed up about her going with this ‘antagonist’ as I keep calling him, because I can’t remember his name.
We’ve been given a clue in the last series where a detective reckoned he’d checked out the story and found that there was no snow, no ice, that night (day?) – well if this is so there’s certainly something very significant hidden in this guy’s past.
Is that what it is all going to be about?
Sucks me in.
🙂
where nothing else does.
p.s. A few minute further into it – the baseball game – and I’m reminded of this (movie) attitude of Americans towards their women and their children – in particular, very, very obviously in particular, their girl children. Anyone hurt them and your typical (movie) American will be so furious the heavens will tremble and terrible things will be done….
Forget the nonsense about the wrath of the fathers/boyfriends/husbands the interesting thing is this apparent elevation of women/girl children to such a high place.
Why is this? What does it mean? Why has it been done? Why is it maintained? What purpose does it serve? How real it is?
I surmise that it is a manifestation of the awfulness of American society, the American reality. Life is so terrible in their dog eat dog world that a little love, a little unbought, freely given, true love, is now their holy grail, their eternal dream, their hunger, their want, their need.
And it is represented by them, to them, for them, by women and girl children. Sweet, lovely, harmless, love-giving, love-bearing, girl children and the ideal wife.
The significant thing there being that the ‘ideal wife’ is in fact mainly a ‘mom’. Not a ‘wife’. A ‘mom’.
It is her status as producer, owner, repository, access door to these pure, beautiful, harmless, lovely little darlings, the girl children, that makes them sacred, too.
Without this they wouldn’t be so sacred.
Are not so sacred. The low status of so many women in American wife is clearly documented everywhere. They despise and denigrate thousand and and thousands of women – harlots, ‘bull busters’, ‘dykes’ and on an on. I guess the greatest denigration of all is to simply ignore.
And the vast majority of – in fact the totality – of American women is just that: ignored.
What is admired, extolled, adored (?), sanctified, etc (in movie land) is ‘mom’. Not ‘American women’.
And that’s purely strange in a country so jingoistic that it can bring itself to tears at the very thought of ‘America’.
Yes. It appears to me to be a country that dearly wants a mother’s breast to cry on.
The poor bastards.
The world’s premier nation.
Later: Woops… Sadie tells lies… Sadie got a wild temper….
Woops (more ‘woops’) it is turning into a psychological drama…. really screws your (my) head around that does, no significant conversation ever takes a sensible course, misunderstandings, communication failures, multiply…. the whole scene, the whole situation, gets madder and madder… crazier and crazier…
I don’t like it, I won’t watch it… valid it may be, may well be, maybe that’s the whole of natural life (especially in our (america’s?) fucked society, but I still don’t want to see it.
What’s to see? It could all be condensed into a line: “This mob went crazy..”
Mmmm… halfway through the episode….. it handles, well, involves itself with, reall, nitty gritty true things… family parent/child situations, family parent/parent situations… things that are full of homicidal drama but which are at the same time never ever talked about generally in the world but are the very stuff of the (our) world.
It is horrible….
And I know that. Because I know this stuff. Don’t we all? Whereas the horror of serial killers, homicide generally, grand theft (auto?) is the stuff of my entertainment, ethereal, unreal, flimsy, phantasmagorical…
But, yes, this is real… horribly real and ordinary…