Blackout

'Blackout' is what I would call a tense, character driven, political 'Neo Noir Thriller' series from BBC. Christopher Eccleston effortlessly plunges himself into the role of an abject alcoholic who still just does manage on as a respected councilman. He has many flaws - prostitutes, drinking, and work fraud to name a few - but his fatal flaw, which we don't ever really get any kind of clinical read on, is one of self-hatred. Never-the-less, with his one sober-fueled but brain-numbed act of gravitas, our sad protagonist changes direction and begins a very interesting, yet fraught-filled course.

The premise of this series is quite interesting. There are those who are evil and we know it, and there are kinds of evil operating behind the scenes, so-to-speak, that keep us off balance.

Eccleston handles himself very well as the lead, Daniel Demoys. In fact, this was my first opportunity to see him in a lead role and I was very impressed. Demoys' wife (Alex), Dervla Kirwan, is also a heavy hitter in this series. She more than carries her role, as usual. The busy actor, Ewan Bremner(Jerry Durrans), brings intensity and drama with his deep set, closely paired eyes sitting atop that hawk-like nose, drilling his opponents down with however much authority he wishes to personify.

As an aside, the Producers/Directors have dealt very well with inserting the cycle of alcoholism and family dynamics into the series. That is something of which we do not see enough.

'Blackout' ends in such a way that can be considered resolved or, hopefully BBC will consider following the lives and crimes of those we are left wondering about. So many loose ends or further mysterious trails to ponder...?

There have been many fine political dramas made by the BBC over the years; Christopher Eccleston was famously in one of the best ('Our Friends in the North'); but sadly, 'Blackout' is not destined to join them. Set in an un-named city, all the details of which are deliberately vague, 'Blackout' features a complex plot relayed almost entirely in outline: we see characters talking about events after they have happened, sometimes show to us in flashback (or even premonition) but almost never directly relayed. The writer may be trying to be clever here, but the real power of visual drama is the ability to portray the seat-of-the-pants feeling of something as it's actually happening: this has all the emotional pull of a script meeting. And the conspiracy-based plot is in a pertinent area for modern Britain, but is actually less shocking than the truth (that the sort of developments it portrays are happening on their own, without any need for murder and blackmail). Sometimes, the devil is in the detail; for a drama to work, one has to believe in the life of the people it portrays.

Daniel Demoys is an ambitious, but flawed councillor, an alcoholic and corrupt. One night Danny meets with builder Henry Pulis, who ends up dead, Danny covers is tracks, but is thrown into the public eye after an act of bravery.

It's a curious drama series, I didn't remember it, but did watch it, looking back I get why I'd forgotten it, as there's nothing particularly memorable about it, however it's worth a chance.

The story is a fine one, it's very nicely written, with some cracking ideas, unfortunately the production values are somewhat irritating, it's over produced, and chaotic to watch at times. Expect tonnes of cutaways and jaunty angles, I'm glad that isn't the norm these days.

There are a couple of plot holes, and a few strands that we just don't get answers to, the main one of course being, did he actually do it?

Very well acted, Eccleston and Bremner steak the show, I'd argue they were guilty of under utilising the likes of Wunmi Mosaku, David Hayman and even Andrew Scott.

It's worth a few hours of your time.

7/10.

A very modern and stylised BBC thriller starring Christopher Eccleston as a corrupt councilman, prone to alcoholic blackouts which eventually see him have a torrid affair with a married woman he's picked up in a bar and frenziedly kill the businessman who's bought his favours in awarding important contracts.

I like Eccleston in most things he does, but even he can't pull this morass together, in a plot full of unlikely and improbable links and coincidences. For one one thing his character is torn between three women, his long suffering wife included (Dervla Kirwan) and also turns to another, a fairy godmother nurse who just happens to be a recovering alcoholic herself, dispensing wisdom to both him and, unbelievably, his young son who's also lately started to show anti-social tendencies of his own. Incredibly, one of the other women he gets involved with is the daughter of the man he killed and to top it all, the husband of the third one, the married woman who somehow seems to fall for Eccleston when he's at his drunkest, turns out to be the jealously obsessive type and also the detective who puts himself on the line to help Eccleston out of the mess he's in.

Wrap around this a further sub-plot on council corruption, with the main insider in favour of the big bad private corporation going out with and making pregnant Eccleston's lawyer sister and I think you'll see that there was more than a little going on in the narrative department. I found it an absolute mess which no amount of flashy camera angles and pounding background music could make appealing or even in the slightest degree even close to credible. The "accidental hero" plot device was as unconvincing as any other part of this oversensationalised nonsense.

Eccleston and Kirwan are okay in their over and underwritten parts respectively while Andrew Scott (so good as Moriarty in "Sherlock") does the best he can as the agonised detective.

As I watch this, I'm also halfway through watching another BBC thriller mini-series "Line Of Duty", every minute of which has kept me on the edge of my seat. This lame, clumsy effort however gave me a problem hanging on to the edge of my reason.

Blackout is based in an unnamed northern city which suspiciously looks like Manchester. Its grey or night and it rains all the time. It filmed like a neo noir northern drama and everyone looks anxious, behaves with trepidation and is miserable.

Christopher Eccleston is Daniel Demoys, a crooked Councillor who is an alcoholic, a womaniser and corrupt. He may have even have violently assaulted a business associate as result of an alcohol fuelled bender. He cannot remember he was blacked out. However a chain of events which results in Demoys becoming an accidental hero leads him to become the mayor of the city but this is when he realises that he might just be a puppet on a string with other more sinister people controlling him. Is it too late for Demoys to find the strength to regain his moral compass?

Eccleston certainly can do angst. Here he is joined by Andrew Scott who matches him as a reptilian cop who also has an agenda of his own.

The series was grim but also a bit of a mess. Some of the political terms were too much in awe of the USA with words like Coucilman and City Hall being used. It also had elements of Nordic Noir as well but you felt it was style over substance. It was worth seeing but after it ended it felt like a washout.