![]() I have nothing against surface charm, but I was pleased to find a series that pushes beyond it. Then again, I have also been catching up on last year’s Station Eleven, which has a tricky structure and premise, and its complexities have been handled deftly, to magical effect. I am willing to accept that, as I was often warned it would, too much television has turned my brain to mush. ![]() Who is in The 12, who is out of The 12, who wants them dead and why? Does it matter? We may found out. But I have long since given up on trying to fathom what, exactly, the point of it is, especially when it comes to The 12, the mysterious group at the centre of the plot. Like Peaky Blinders, I have stuck with it and each episode is pleasurable: it looks good, travels the world, has a sense of humour and a brilliant cast. Without that last episode, I suspect I would have felt a bit cheated, but with it, it felt like a fair deal.Īnother series that increasingly seems as if it is driven by spectacle over sense is Killing Eve, also in its final stages, which will soon attempt to wrap it all up in a neat bow. I spent much of it trying to work out why Tommy was in bed with Oswald Mosley, figuratively, and with Diana Mitford, literally, and how the IRA factored into fascism and what that had to do with the opium trade in Boston.Ībout halfway through, I found the best approach was to avoid actively attempting to make sense of it and instead let the spectacle carry me to the end.
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