Moving On

I saw this on Brit-Box, a real experience. A series that contains lifetimes' worth of experience. Moving, unvarnished, no holds barred, no sugar-coating. Superb writing and acting, so real you often feel as though you're there. I'm a psychologist and family therapist and I'm amazed at how everyone's perspective is presented, the wisdom condensed into every episode. Not preachy, not necessarily even talky- often subtle, usually following the dictum to "show not tell". Honest, absolutely nothing gratuitous, and usually profound. Often makes sticky, troubling issues, even initially incomprehensible ones, come to life. One of those rare shows that you're better off, wiser for having seen, and yet it's not preachy, quite a feat. At the end of each show someone moves on, in one way or another; inspiring. The full spectrum, the depth and breadth of human experience. One of the best shows, perhaps THE best show I've ever seen. Not for binge-watching.

And this folks....is why I adore British TV. They play this in the afternoon! This quality TV is head and shoulders above any prime time American shows! The casting, writing, acting, the way all british tv is filmed. I simply can't watch anything but british tv. The high quality is phenomenal.

I could scream hearing the piano playing far too loud and repeating those same notes over and over, to the point I couldn't hear the actors.

I have to admit that I've only seen two episodes from series one of Moving On (described as BBC series consisting of standalone contemporary drama). The first was about a bully and the second about a woman who unwittingly gets involved with a drug dealer. Perhaps I've been unlucky and the rest are truly moving parables, timeless yet contemporary. However, in my opinion, this is underwhelming fodder for the daytime dazed. It's almost as though an inexperienced fifteen year old decided to create a number of one dimensional characters whilst leafing through the Littlewoods catalogue and later on, an over zealous parent decided to add some "broadly credible" circumstances for them to stumble woodenly through and then, p1ss1ng themselves with the opposite of creative excitement, entered the entire shambles in to a competition in a shopping arcade. What upsets me most are the pathetic female characters who, unable to stand up for themselves in any coherent or believable way, could easily be expected to suddenly pour themselves a bubble-bath whilst deep throating a Dairymilk and trying on all their shoes whilst chanting in monotone, "That's men for you! That's men for you!". Bl00dy sh1t! There are thousands of excellent screenwriters in Britain who could offer a short story for daytime TV with realistic dialogue and contemplative moral quandaries. There are thousands of incredible actors who could transport us to that fully relatable state of semi-detachment. Those two episodes made me hate my eyes.

I absolutely LOVED this series, every single season of it was great. The beauty of it all is these are everyday scenarios that could happen to anyone. Some stories make you laugh, while others make you cry. But each one holds a lesson to be learned.