Endeavour's worthy sequel to Morse
Endeavour is one of ITV's most successful crime drama launches in recent times.
With the show's DVD riding high in the charts, here's my original review....
THIS is a Fergie-free column. There will, however, be frequent mentions of the words, “drama”, “murder” and “ITV”. Of course, if Sir Alex Ferguson wishes to pitch a murder-mystery set in and around Old Trafford in the Nineties, I’m certain ITV will bite off his hairdryer.
The channel, it seems, has gone completely bonkers for period detective dramas. Not ropey old repeats in grainy standard definition, but dramas set intentionally in the distant past, like 1985. That really was a long time ago.
Some of these new dramas are good, some splendid, but some should be turned into the authorities before the makers commit more crimes.
Let’s start with the splendid one. Endeavour (ITV, Sunday) ended its four-week run, set in the Sixties, with a thrilling, chilling episode. Many will have watched expectantly, waiting for a nice shoot-out at the end.
In short, it didn’t happen. Why then all this terribly interesting stuff about how Morse had been taught to shoot by his father, and how he had proved a crack shot on the shooting range? Inspector Thursday also looked a bit like a cowboy in that trilby. Bar room shoot-out next time, please.
Labels: Endeavour, Morse, Roger Allam, Shaun Evans