Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Fatally Overlooked? “Casualty” and Its Hold on Saturday Night Telly

A couple of Decembers back when anti-Cowellism reached a hitherto-unseen pitch (this was before he fired Cheryl, remember) and Rage Against the Machine trumped poor Joe McElderry to the coveted Christmas Number 1 spot, a lot of the propaganda supporting it charged “The X Factor” and its bigwigs with crimes against music. The Facebook campaign supporting “Killing in the Name” emphasized the show’s tyranny of the charts at the expense of alternative and less commercial acts. So does Cowell’s dynasty of shows unjustly dominate our airwaves? I’m too much the closet One Direction fan to wade in. What I can comment on, though, is the routinely forgotten collateral damage of the singing/dancing-competition shows’ joint takeover of Saturday nights. Hard as it is to recall, Saturday night telly existed pre-Dermot, pre-Strictly, pre-Pop Idol, indeed, even pre-Popstars. Many a weekend evening didn’t involve pop-songs at all. Honestly. A few posts ago I lamented my fickleness with T.V. shows, so this week I resolved to delve back to my deepest of telly roots.
Still holding on? "Casualty" has taken a knock thanks to the rise of talent telly shows
With “Blind Date” consigned to the T.V. graveyard, I settled instead for the aptly entitled and entertainment-show whipped “Casualty”. Frankly, heartened as I was that I could satiate my telly-nostalgia cravings (“Casualty” being a former staple of my Saturday nights), I was a touch perplexed as to why the show hadn’t yet come a cropper to BBC budget cuts and updating; after ITV’s “The Bill” gave up the ghost in 2010 I figured all emergency-service based T.V. would follow suit. I flicked on the box feeling almost philanthropic; this was me doing my bit for the “The Voice UK”’s overlooked and displaced older brother. Who needs Oxfam? The show’s signature emergency was the collapsing of a secondary school roof, screened within the first ten minutes of the opening credits. Though the scene itself was pretty jaw dropping, high octane T.V. at its best, it paled into insignificance when set against the people involved in and reacting to the drama. Indeed, Saturday’s show was driven by the easily identifiable yet satisfyingly complex dynamics of its character list rather than long-running plots, which made it entertaining without being newbie (or returnee) alienating.

Starting with the youngest, Saturday showed five interconnected students all, in one way or another, embroiled in a Head Boy election campaign. There was the sweet, culpable Alicia (the eagle-eyed amongst you will recognize EastEnders’ Lucy Beale), her Head-Boy hopeful, slimy beau Jonas, her best mate Meera (pregnant, coincidentally, with said slimy beau), Meera’s expelled elder brother and fellow vote canvasser Isaac. The show swerved the ever-awkward portrayal of young people as caricatures and stereotypes and managed, with Alicia’s chagrin at illicit images of her being passed around the campus, to infuse contemporary issues facing young people without over killing it. Jonas stepped forward as the comprehensive’s answer to Tom Riddle, luring Alicia onto an unstable school roof and tugging at her hair until it gave way. Unsavory a guy as he was, Jonas’ character deserves credit for propelling the episode forward. It’s no picnic to pick his lowest point: realizing Meera lay trapped beneath the debris and opting to remain tightlipped to paramedics, hiding her schoolbag in an effort to cover his tracks, pressing for Alicia to be tended to by another doctor when good-guy Tom smelled a rat or impelling her to take responsibility for being atop the roof are all contenders of note. Lucy Beale might be Walford’s biggest bitch, but at least she has standards.
Alicia's saving Tom: Those first on the dramatic scene dug the students from the rubble

Whereas Jonas’ wayward tendencies became palpable after a few moments spent in his company, the show’s writers took an astutely different tact with Isaac. His was a slow burn, and the glaring question mark that popped up around him when he implored paramedic Dixie to “never leave me” took its time in abating. In the final quarter of the episode Dixie fathomed that the Jonas-preoccupied Deputy Head was in fact Isaac’s father, and I thought I had him nailed: he’s mother-deprived, desperate for a spot of paternal recognition and worn down by competing with hundreds of other kids for it. Sorted. No? “Isaac’s gay. Get over it.” When Dixie dropped the bombshell on Isaac’s dad, writers hailed it upon viewers with the same line. In Isaac’s case, the show offered up ebb and flow rhythm and refreshing depth until the curtain call. This was the route favoured with Meera’s big bro, too; 50 minutes witnessed his transformation from bullyboy thug to in-the-closet screw up facing an arranged marriage and life without a sister (it was left a discreet and tantalizing blank whether he had confided in her about his sexuality woes).

For Alicia, around whom the bulk of the student relationships revolved, this was a sophomore run on the show. When she was recognized by doctor Tom I was a tad ill at ease, envisaging forthcoming scenes demanding prior knowledge of the characters and their on-screen experiences, but my fears were allayed pronto. Gladly, Alicia’s persona was amply explored prior to the roof’s collapse and her battle with bulimia and affiliation with Tom were nimbly made explicit. Better still, when she conjured up her inner Beyonce at long last and gave a cheating Jonas what-for, it was cathartic without lacking credibility. Hers was not a “happily ever after” conclusion, and the show’s producers resisted the temptation to paint everything as naively dandy by leaving Alicia with the prospect of a galling, counseling-rich road to recovery.

The watchability factor: Linda was torn between work and auntie-hood
Skipping over to the “Casualty” pros, character dynamics and tendencies were covered with equal dexterity. When I blogged about “Hart of Dixie” about a fortnight ago I detailed how irritating it was too watch multiple ill-fitting strands of the episode compete pitifully for attention instead of complement one another. With “Casualty”, however, the love-matches, rivalries and affiliations seem to be strictly within the hospital environment and therefore cohesive with the medical drama backbone of the show; work and play, in this case, were more “salt and pepper” than “chalk and cheese”. Linda the nurse bounded into the spotlight as engaging from the get-go. Her unexpectedly becoming guardian to a niece and nephew was mentioned (again bolstering the show’s accessibility to “Casualty” novices) without being excessively detailed, and she rightly asserted herself as a show veteran. What I relish about telly is that countless arresting and exhaustive storylines can run simultaneously; listless big-budget Hollywood titles have made the “party girl suddenly has to care for infant” premise their main focus, but “Casualty” added it to its mix on Saturday as a fifth of just one episode. It’s the episode-spanning but accessible plots like these that may well sway me into reinstating “Casualty” on my Saturday to-do list. Storyline aside, Linda struck as amiable and, crucially, watchable each and every time she entered the frame. Whether she was on the receiving end of a slap from her demanding niece Britney (flawless choice of name for a precocious and diva-ish teen, by the way), being called to care for her ill nephew whilst balancing work or being turned down by soon-to-leave nurse Lenny, she was scooping my support unfailingly. On the subject of Lenny, the show’s writers deserve applause here for allotting a fairly crushing line (“I feel like I’m becoming the surrogate dad here”) to a thoroughly relatable nice-guy character. One more, “Casualty” refused point blank to serve up one-dimensional plots, people or “happily ever afters”.

If I were to knit pick, my only gripe with Saturday’s show was its handling of thorny doctor, Dylan. In the first few minutes of the episode he displayed a knack for alienating both fellow characters and new viewers; his standoffish persona and lack of likeability made him prickly viewing. Fast-forwarding about twenty minutes, he was shown receiving a solicitor’s letter with trepidation. Granted, this being a long-running drama there has to be a sprinkling of long-running plots that are going to be a touch baffling for new viewers, but by coupling the episodes only hardcore-fan plot with its most ostracising character (Jonas, perhaps, excluded), the show’s writers made it tough to engage with scenes that focused on Dylan. Had it been Lenny or Linda at the centre of a multifaceted and history-rich plot? I’d have Googled. In this case? I glossed over.

Indifference: Dylan's situation left this new viewer baffled
In all, I feel that Saturday’s viewing robbed me of selfless intentions and the chance to reminisce on the days before viewer voting: I enjoyed it as an astute and entertaining show in its own right. “Casualty” struck as fresh, dextrously composed and totally able to hold its own on the weekend telly battlefield. Time to take it off the life support.

One Line Wonder

Dixie (the paramedic, showing all the finesse and due care of an NHS professional just summoned to a crisis): Collapsed roof at a school. That’s a court case right there.

The Fortune Telly-er

Dixie and paramedic hubby Jeff were edging into the thick of things this week, with Dixie yearning for a maternal role; there may well be an adoption on the horizon for these two. I see Linda’s Britney-woes gaining momentum in the coming weeks, too. Perhaps Britney will be put in danger and Linda the nurse/super-aunt will save her. Something mammoth is going to happen with Dylan and his solicitor’s letter, but I’m already beyond the point of caring.


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