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I approached this show knowing nothing about Edelman and not expecting anything above the mediocre standup norm. I found myself laughing like I was listening to Robin Williams. I'm not saying that he's as funny as Williams, but he's funnier than anyone else I remember hearing in years.
Like Williams, whose name he drops more than once, Edelman presents as manic and on the spectrum. But in fact his act is extremely focused and disciplined. He conjures up a scene and a cast of characters, and his apparently manic movements around the stage are artfully choreographed to that end. He strikes me as a true original, not as anyone's clone. As a reviewer once wrote of S. J. Perelman, just before they made him they broke the mold.
Like Williams, whose name he drops more than once, Edelman presents as manic and on the spectrum. But in fact his act is extremely focused and disciplined. He conjures up a scene and a cast of characters, and his apparently manic movements around the stage are artfully choreographed to that end. He strikes me as a true original, not as anyone's clone. As a reviewer once wrote of S. J. Perelman, just before they made him they broke the mold.
The series as a whole, but this story in particular, is a plodding parade of clichés which squanders an excellent cast.
Clichés? A team of three writers is identified, but it's hard to believe that the screenplay was not generated by AI. I'd offer examples, but I'd have to put myself through the agony of another viewing. But without doing that, there's the tired trope of the bereaved middle-aged police detective, which is done so much better in Shetland.
Plodding? That's the direction, which leads the cast at a oh-so-steady pace from one cliché to the next. There is supposedly a mystery to be unravelled, but it is resolved not by any exercise of analytical acumen but by the providential arrival of DNA data. Literally phoned in!
The most famous Ridley in English history was a cleric who was burned at the stake for heresy in the reign of Bloody Mary. Adrian Dunbar looks like he's having as much fun.
Clichés? A team of three writers is identified, but it's hard to believe that the screenplay was not generated by AI. I'd offer examples, but I'd have to put myself through the agony of another viewing. But without doing that, there's the tired trope of the bereaved middle-aged police detective, which is done so much better in Shetland.
Plodding? That's the direction, which leads the cast at a oh-so-steady pace from one cliché to the next. There is supposedly a mystery to be unravelled, but it is resolved not by any exercise of analytical acumen but by the providential arrival of DNA data. Literally phoned in!
The most famous Ridley in English history was a cleric who was burned at the stake for heresy in the reign of Bloody Mary. Adrian Dunbar looks like he's having as much fun.
A great cast, including several of my favourite actors, is wasted on what is basically a wallow in confected World War II nostalgia with a grotesquely implausible plot. Since the same individual is both writer and director, it's easy to assign blame.