After a couple of cracking opening episodes, were everyone and everything that appeared on screen - be it cats, beaches, Australians - all felt like potential suspects, this ponderous 'everyonedunnit' seems to have gone a little off the boil.
It probably is just me, ain't it?
I've come to feel that the mystery underpinning this eight-parter doesn't feel substantial enough to sustain anything beyond a regular one off episode of 'Wallander'.
|David Tennant and Olivia Coleman look North for inspiration.|
And like big Kenny Branagh's pseudo Swedish chin rubber, its clear that 'Broadchurch' is another British attempt to capture the languid beauty of 'The Killing' and other cheery Scandinavian dramas. The washed out colours, the static camera work, the bleak landscapes, the near comatose pace, even the theme song at the end sounds like the one from 'The Bridge'.....only not as good!
Which kinda sums up 'Broadchurch' as a whole!
Mores the pity, because all the ingredients are here for a taut three-parter. An all-star cast, tight knit community, uncompromising investigating officer, caravan parks.....ahhh the possibilities.
The poorly framed, sub standard Kubrickesque camera work doesn't help matters either, contributing little, or nothing, to any sense of atmosphere or mood!
And there's a little too much camera glare as well.
Blimey, I'm fussy!