On The Guardian appeared review of the TV series “The Fall” starring Gillian Anderson. The author is Lucy Mangan. Feel free to read.
This serial killer drama was not an easy watch, but the atmosphere of dread and the brutal murders were accompanied by some very sophisticated drama.
At this distance, I just recall the feeling of utter dread. Watching The Fall was like feeling water closing over your head. I used to welcome the flaws it certainly had – massive coincidences, some weird and not wonderful choices in terms of both plot and by characters, police investigative work that at times would have shamed Trumpton’s constabulary – as air pockets and breathe in a few lungfuls of reality before another Spector scene began and the black waters rose again.
Gillian Anderson was the big draw as DS Stella Gibson, the officer in charge of hunting down the person responsible for laying waste to Belfast’s young, professional, female (brunette), population and gathered a lot of plaudits. For my money, I thought her performance skidded across the line separating “glacial” from simply “frozen stiff” – you’ve got to give us something, Scully. But I thought Jamie Dornan as Paul Spector (bereavement counsellor and devoted family man by day, serial killer by night) was extraordinary. A virtually untried actor coming in and carrying off a part like that – sad, mad or some unholy mixture of the two but most definitely dangerous to know – was just amazing. I thought he would spend the rest of the year having awards and gorgeous, meaty, compelling scripts thrown at him but no. His next major role (apart from a second season of The Fall) is as Christian Grey in the film adaptation of EL James’ famous “mommy porn” bestseller Fifty Shades of Grey. This is a thought I cannot contemplate for long, lest I start bleeding from the ears, so let us move on.