And the two central characters, Joanna and the father of her baby, Alistair (the fabulous Ewen Leslie, his bearded menschy-ness just a few finely calibrated degrees off the mark), are convincingly played, threading their grief and devastation with just the subtlest hint of suspicion. The show is beautifully shot-alternating between the bleached-out brightness of Melbourne, Australia, and the stony grays of Scotland. at least) lends a little prestige sheen to The Cry, which it steps into nicely. The afterglow of that runaway success (in the U.K. This, at least, is the ostensible premise of the drama, which took over the high-profile time slot vacated by Bodyguard when that show finished its record-breaking run in the U.K. She left him there to grab some tampons from a corner store.
Her baby has disappeared from a parked car without a trace, and there’s no one to blame but herself. “Can you think of anything worse?” asks Joanna, the empty-eyed protagonist played by Jenna Coleman. Helen FitzGerald, the novelist who wrote The Cry, the book upon which the new BBC drama-currently streaming on Sundance Now-is based, seems to have taken a page from this writer’s playbook. She wasn’t talking about vampires this was a writer concerned with the domesticities and banal evils that sneak into a comfortable existence. I once heard a famous fiction writer advise an audience of aspiring authors to think of the thing that scared them most in the world and write about that.
0 kommentar(er)
