So I’m back after a week’s hiatus. (Can a
hiatus last just a week? Usually hiatuses are reserved for bands whom loathe
one another, but don’t have the guts to formally split. Then, after about ten
years of pursuing solo projects - that only they are interested in- they
reform, arguing they were only ever on a break and were always going to get
back together.) My hiatus was a lot more noble: I was celebrating my brother’s birthday
and The Girl's mum’s 60th. I was always going to come back to
you, dear reader. I know you were worried last week when I didn’t post – has he found something a lot more productive
to do with his time? Is he busy creating culture rather than filling time
writing about it? - But I can say this categorically and emphatically: I wasn’t
doing anything more productive; nor will I ever. I will never leave you.
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On hiatus. |
All I ask in return is you don’t leave me. I’ll
be honest I didn’t cope well last week without the dopamine hit of people clicking ‘like’
and reading the blog. To redress the deficiency, I spent much of the
week seeking the validation I so sorely missed. My Year 7 class were
surprised when I broke down in the middle of class, clutching my iPhone, screaming: “I just don’t know if people like me.” Fortunately, the Head
smoothed things over by telling the parents, “He didn’t get any ‘likes’ on
Facebook.” Completely empathetic to this modern malaise, the parents bought me
flowers and chocolates.
This week I’m writing about hit American
show, This Is Us. The NBC miniseries
has done massive business Stateside, and the hope was it would do the same here. In truth it hasn’t found traction with Britain’s
goggleboxers. For a drama that came with a 9 o’clock reputation, it has now
been relegated twice: once to 10 o’clock and now to 11. With eight episodes
still to run, there is a very real danger that it’s following the same
scheduling trajectory as Norfolk’s finest Mr Alan Partridge.
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Buried in the late night slot. |
So how can a Golden Globe nominated drama be
so loved on one side of the ocean yet ignored on the other? My instinct is that
Channel 4 haven’t got the wrong time: they’ve got the wrong day. This family
drama would have done better business on a Sunday night – just after Homeland. I think that double bill would work real nice. It would be like a CIA lab
experiment where you induce an hour of meth amphetamine paranoia into the
patient and bring them back round with a warm slice of American pie.
My love for This is Us has caught me by surprise. It’s not something I would
usually go for. In fact, after the first episode I turned to The Girl and said,
“I don’t know if this is for me.” It felt a little saccharine, even for my
sweet tooth. Some way into the second episode though, I was hooked. Currently it’s the thing I’m most enjoying on TV. (Admittedly it hasn’t been a golden
2017: Sherlock was so
incomprehensible that the eponymous would have failed to understand it; Tina and Bobby was a scrapbook of
important moments that didn't add up to a story; as for Apple Tree Yard: well, that was
all fur coat and no knickers.) With This Is now buried in the late-slot, we’ve
been forced to exhume the body by watching it the next day on catch-up.
This
is Us begins with the statistic that 18 million
people share the same birthday. The drama revolves around four such characters:
Jack, Randall, Kevin and Kate – all Pearsons: the first, the father; the rest,
the children. However, it isn’t until late in the pilot that we find out
this connection exists- prior to this the viewer believes these are just
disparate individuals who happen to be celebrating on the same day. Randall is
a successful white-collar worker, living the good life with his intelligent
wife and adorable children; Kevin is the sitcom star undergoing an existential
crisis, and Kate is fighting her food addiction with cautionary post-its. We’re then taking back in time to the 1980’s where Jack’s
birthday is upstaged by his wife Rebecca’s waters breaking. From the resulting
hospital visit, the three children ensue.
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Randall, Kate and Kevin. |
With Randall being black and his siblings
being white, you can tell this is drama strays close to soap opera. This
in many ways was my problem with the first episode. Contained in the first 50 minutes
is a long heart-to-heart between Jack and the obstetrician regarding
complications with Rebecca’s birth. The cotton candy succour the doctor
administers feels clichéd and written, but such is the programme’s good nature
you wash it down all the same. There are other moments where creator Dan
Fogelman falls into tropes and conventions: one such being the character of
William, a reformed drug addict who just so happens to be the wisest owl in the
aviary. Even though you can smell the ink on the character’s words, the drama
maintains its compulsiveness.
One real strength of This Is Us is its structure. The decision to go back and forth
through time is inspired. Aristole said, (I warned you this blog was
pseudo-intellectual) ‘Give me a child until he is seven and I’ll show you the
man.” Having the past and present run concurrently in the episode gives us an
insight into why the three children turned out how they did: why they have
their strengths; why they have their problems. It’s such a wonderful balancing
act that means the show sea-saws from being a study of childhood to a thesis on adulthood. And Fogelman has things to say on how Aristotle’s
quote is true: how in time our physical appearance changes, yet our character doesn't. There are also critiques on race, gender and consumerism,
which, although didactic, are so well intentioned you cheer all the same.
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Back to the 80's. |
For me, This
Is Us is a programme that we all need right now: warm, witty and
compassionate. In a Trump world opposed to colour and kindness, this
multi-racial drama celebrates the Obama values of tolerance and togetherness. If
This Is Us really were us, then the
world would be a better place.
This
Is Us is currently on Channel 4, Tuesday at 11pm,
but by the time you read this it might be aired exclusively on leap years.
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