Television: Clothes have rarely looked as smelly, but it’s not all bad news for ‘The Village’
The BBC series starring Maxine Peake and John Simm is a far cry from ‘Downton Abbey’. So how come it’s looking like good Sunday-night TV?
Brightening up: the second series of The Village happily fills the Sunday-drama slot
On foot of all the coverage around Robin Williams’s sad passing, the only thing I wanted to watch this week was Mork & Mindy. Could it really have been that funny? The comedy series must have had something if more than 35 years later – a shocking fact to type – I can remember how Mork, Williams’s hyperactive alien, arrived from the planet Ork in an egg and was taken in by Mindy. Pam Dawber’s character was fabulous because she drove a Jeep and lived in an apartment – how exotic – in Colorado.
Say “nanu, nanu” – Mork’s greeting – to anyone who, in 1978, was allowed to watch TV after tea (yes, digital natives, only one screen in the house and dinner in the middle of the day) and an image of Mork in his rainbow braces and sleeveless Puffa jacket instantly appears along with a reflexive smile.
But it’s August, the dread month in the schedules, so there is nothing on the box I expect to remember in 35 years’ time – not just because I’ll probably struggle to remember anything then but because a memorable television series is a rare thing.
Sunday nights cry out for entertaining drama. It’s the natural home for series such as Downton Abbey, to ease that transition from weekend to work week. On BBC One that slot belongs, for the next five weeks, to the second series of The Village, which, although set in the 1920s, couldn’t be mistaken for a fluffy period piece.
Written by Peter Moffat, it aims to filter the big events of the 20th century through the experiences of a family in a small Derbyshire village – like a British Heimat – and with narration from a reminiscing old man, Bert. The first series was grim to the point of cold, muddy misery, as the impoverished Middleton family – violent, alcoholic John and stoic Grace, played by John Simm and Maxine Peake in terrific performances – barely held on to their smallholding and lost a son, Bert’s older brother, in the war.
The story has moved on to the 1920s, and things are, if not cheery, then considerably brighter, with a young Bert getting the better of an obnoxious toff (a gloriously over-the-top turn by Julian Sands), not to mention blue skies (it seemed to rain throughout the last series) and even a jolly fete. So The Village, while still gritty, real and atmospheric – clothes have rarely looked as scratchy, smelly and uncomfortable as the Middleton family’s kit – mightn’t be such a downer on a Sunday.
The documentary Executed (UTV, Tuesday) reveals a history I had no clue was so recent. It’s just 50 years since the last two men to be sentenced to death in Britain, Peter Allen and Gwynne Evans, were hanged, after being convicted of the same murder. This calm documentary personalises their story by talking to their relatives about the many ways in which the deaths affected their families.
The film chronicles how the hanging of Derek Bentley and Ruth Ellis – familiar faces projected on the walls of prison cells – in the 1950s turned public opinion against capital punishment. But if 50 years seems relatively recent, then it is shocking to hear that it took until 1973 for capital punishment to end in Northern Ireland.