The Jetty

I don't know why I keep trying again with BBC drama. Whoever commissions all this stuff is going to go down in history alongside an infamous litany of heroic would-be worthiness and artistic worthlessness, albeit that I can't myself discern what is intended to be worthy about it. Certainly not its dramatic value.

This one is just grim, and the guilty include the sound technicians as well as the usual suspects of producers, writers, editors and the rest.

I don't know about the non-linear timeline thing in this one. OK I was fooled by it. Maybe I should take the optimistic view that it was a fresh use of the device that was cleverer than I was expecting, and I should rejoice in the effect. But I'm not left feeling optimistic.

I'm definitely not well-disposed towards yet another bloody cop-centred thing - where the lead cop is flawed, conflicted, emotionally involved, gets suspended halfway through, throws their weight about brainlessly etc, even though we contrive today's version of the plot twist - unless by chance some truly excellent drama results. Not this time I fear.

One little problem was that the focus character just wasn't a convincing policeperson. I doubt if this is Ms Coleman's fault, but perhaps someone else could have used the same material more convincingly: the things she does just aren't cop-like at all. One might take the view that this is because she's a fresh take, away from the old cliches: OK I'm open to that in principle, but this just didn't work for me.

One bit I did like was the big put-down when she tells the the Southern incomer victim of arson that she won't investigate his crime because it's a hopeless case, and she can't be bothered anyway because he's an entitled twirp. Now that's a real glimpse at the sort of policing I'm familiar with.

I'm certain there is mileage in a well-conceived and well-executed plot that exposes the bad young rebel girl versus exploited vulnerable child dimensions, and occasionally this one had a go and approached the mark, but never quite hit it. Why do girls behave like that? Asks one character, and is answered by the one who might know, sadly mumbling the lines, probably because they were so clunky even if true. There is insight to be imparted on this, to be sure, but scarce did we glimpse it, I fear. And the girl spotlighted in this work is not the unloved abandoned child of chaotic upbringing spattered with adverse childhood events, but the sort of poor little rich girl who tends to get featured so repeatedly in BBC scripts: who knows why!

OK let me be fairer. There are a few different women's stories here, from working-class to toff, schoolgirl to geriatric, single mum to housewife to academic, and even one ethnic. None of them seems to have much fun.

As for the abusers. I don't know. They were more a collective pastiche than individual characters. Maybe that's the right approach for a victim-centred view. The supposed serial child abuser at the centre of everything has somehow disappeared. Who and where is he? Do we already know him? The answer is perhaps intended to be the most interesting aspect of the whole story, but how the whole case could have gone cold is anyone's guess. And, clunk of clunks, when we finally find the witness who could perhaps cast light on the case she just happens to be delivering a lecture about Artemisia Gentileschi's "Judith Beheading Holofernes." I do think, dear production team that, if you want to weave in these kind of referential touches, you do need to be a master craftsman. Else, just keep it to the contemporary industrial TV that it is.

And that just about sums the thing up. It's not so much a fine blend of herbes de Provence as a pot pourri of half-formed styles, threads, and techniques that doesn't result in a great tasting compote. Loved the setting: great country, lovely vernacular stonework inside and out, fine with the principles: bad stuff and humdrum lurking beneath the idyll, female-centred lens - hence the comparisons with Happy Valley - but overall it's still a messy miss I fear, the plot twists and sub-plots might even be original but are not that absorbing, and the drama ultimately just isn't very dramatic, leading to a weak and unconvincing denouement. At least the top and tail flames seemed real, so some credit to the BBC's budget.

A fundamental issue in stories with noble intentions is often the writer can't get out of the way of the moral, zeitgeist messaging long enough to tell a gripping, viable story. The by-product of that can lead to ridiculous, convoluted or forced plot points to desperately generate some level of excitement. This suffers from both. But that's not the only problem with The Jetty. At least fifty percent of the scenes here feel inauthentic.

There are so few realistic human interactions throughout with most feeling like the writer was desperate to crowbar in witty and pithy one-liners at the expense of anything credible. The dialogue is clunky at best. Just as an example, at one stage Caitlin's mother delivers the line 'I told Caitlin you lock them in your bottom drawer'. Ember replies 'who?'. What kind of response is that!? 'Them' would clearly suggest an object. Or does Ember actually believe Caitlin locks people in drawers?! This might seem minor, but these clunks in dialogue are peppered throughout with characters jarringly delivering wax-lyrical lines in tense emotional moments in a way no actual human ever would.

That's one of the many issues with the main character. There's such a desperation to establish her as the edgy, hard-nosed cop and laid-back mother that the writer often forces those character traits into the scenes. Whether abusing the man who just had his building burnt down or swearing at a records clerk just doing his job or cracking open a beer for her teenage daughter, it just all feels plastic and forced.

These kind of actions and reactions by the protagonist as well as everyone involved rarely feel like genuine character moments, serving mainly to further the plot, but at the expense of logic. Town inhabitants who have seemingly known each other years, interact like they just moved there, purely to deliver exposition. As an example, the ending to episode 3, both in logistics and believability is derisible, not helped by the heavy-handed use of podcast sermon as a device to sledge-hammer home the message.

And message-wise there is undoubtedly a noble intent to shine a light on the dangers of toxic masculinity and how it can thrive in isolated smaller town settings, but everyone involved in this endeavour lacks the skills to translate that to the screen in a way that doesn't come across heavy-handed, agenda-fuelled or, worse still, preachy.

That said, it's not a complete misfire. There is a solid use of non-linear narrative and flashback device to effectively convey backstory, but the key issue is there's just nothing new to say here. Those few original moments come across more like random attempts at shock value (ever wished for a scene where an underage teenager gives hand relief to a horse. You're in luck!) and the less said about the ludicrous final reveal the better.

The overall problem is everything just feels trite and tired which is especially impressive and seemingly hard to achieve given the messaging itself is so timely.

Enjoyed this 4 parter- had no idea about the ending-really liked it- for the underage sex issue should have been resolved too- but enjoyable watch.

Loved Jenna in this role- love her anyway - but felt this was a new type of role- not sure the ending was morally good- really suppose the issue of drugs and driving was a key issue to the plot twist- so felt there should have been truth telling- but sort of summed up the oddness of the eventual plot!

Enjoyed all the acting but "Amy" wax particularly manipulative- hated her- so I guess the actress did an excellent job!

Bit if a twee ending for Kitty- but partially I like a twee ending!

So, this isn't as woeful as some have said, nor is it as good as others have, but it DOES suffer from the same pitfalls as all of those ABYSMAL Harlan Coben shows that netflix started commissioning.

It's shot mostly in close-up, a lot of the various b-plot threads are irritating, and it's trying to make the audience NEED to know where all the mysteries lead... Ok, it's not actually Mr Coben's fault that's happened, but it IS the worst trend in TV these days. Focusing more on hooking an audience in with a mystery than actually making the story interesting.

What saves this is some of the performances. Jenna Coleman is very good, as is Tom Glynn-Carney, but even some solid performances don't make it better than fine.

This series started well. Jenna Coleman is a terrific actress. Some of the sub plots were too dark, also slightly confusing. I felt there was no need for some of the scenes as they did not add to the story. There was suspense and good acting and the makings of a good story. There were simply too many side issues going on. I realise they build around the main story however they also distracted from it. When it got to the last episode, it was drawn out way too long. It got to the stage that I was wishing it would get to the chase and just end. I found that, when it finished, I was wondering what the heck did I just watch?