(Series 16, ep.40) It was the day of the grand unveiling of the Herzig 5. It hardly seems any time at all since we were gasping and marvelling at the Herzig 1, does it?
The problem was that Elliott, as we know, hasn’t been well. He’s been dropping things, falling over and getting tetchy. He’s had an MRI. He’s looked at the results in a troubled manner. It’s something scary and big, and it’s not what you want when there’s a ground-breaking, life-saving piece of kit to showcase and Selfie is relying on you to sell it to the world.
It all culminated in Elliott going wobbly in the middle of doing the operation, just at the point where the machines were going beep. It was all going to go horribly wrong! Elliott’s life’s work would be in ruins! If only there was someone who could take over… Continue reading
(Series 16, ep.39) Jonny Mac was making plans for him and Emma to move to Scotland this week. I’m not sure how that ties in with his promise to Emma to “get Mummy back,” but it’s irrelevant anyway as it doesn’t look like he’s going (sigh) – not now he’s remembered how much fun he can have with Mo and an open chest cavity.
The Darwin story involved a pregnant 49 year old, which was excellent news because it provided an excuse for Mr T to be summoned. Surely it can only be a matter of time before we see his face in the opening titles? Give him his own ward, get Mubbs back and I think we’d have a dream team right there. But on the topic of “dream team” – did you notice Mr T pop his arm around Mo as they walked out of shot in his first scene? Bless! Continue reading
Some things in the entertainment industry are just a given. Ant and Dec will win every possible gong for TV presenting at awards ceremonies, even if they haven’t presented anything that year. A popular much loved EastEnders character will make a point of looking forward to their future before being butchered on Christmas Day. And a drama penned by Jimmy McGovern will always be almost flawless in quality.
Despite the apparent furore over the BBC’s alleged bias towards McGovern’s views on the legal system, Common did not disappoint. Like predecessors including The Street and Accused, here was an often gritty, rarely sentimental and bleakly honest look at an issue through the lives of some intricate and mostly relatable characters.
The drama centred around the debate over Joint Enterprise Murder; the law which indicates that associates who were present in any way at a murder scene can be equally implicated in a killing, without the need to pinpoint the person who dealt the killer blow. McGovern certainly wasn’t sitting on the fence with this one. The drama exposed the foibles of such a law with harrowing consequences for all parties involved. Continue reading
(Series 16, ep.38) Someone at Holby HQ had been raiding the Camoxidan cupboard for last night’s episode (possibly it was left unguarded while Dr Amy Smug was busy barfing in her mouth somewhere else). It was one of those episodes with odd camera angles and general randomness, and a particularly hallucinatory scene where Elliot Hope wandered off into the basement in search of the source of a ghostly moaning sound. Was it in his own not very well head? Was it the ghost of Linden Cullen, doomed forever to walk the corridors in search of Faye? Was it a corpse who wasn’t actually dead (it’s happened before)? Or was it a live patient who believed he was a corpse? It was Leonard Bloom, a live patient who believed he was a corpse. “I am already dead,” he announced to Elliot, adding disturbingly, “You are as dead as I am.” As if Mr Bloom wasn’t being metaphorical enough, he was also a watchmaker and he had a special watch that stopped the moment he “died” – and started again the moment Mo fixed him, because he wasn’t really dead, he was just spooky and unwell. Continue reading
(Series 28, ep.43) In this episode, Tess faced my biggest train-related fear – having to sit opposite an annoying kid who whinges on about his life and makes you play table football with Skittles.
As if that wasn’t dreadful enough, the train also derailed spectacularly and Tess was left in a terrible state waiting for a knight in shining paramedic garb to come and rescue her. Cometh the hour cometh not just the expected Jeff, but also the unexpected Fletch, who told Tess he loved her before un-impaling her from whatever was impaling her and carrying her out of an exploding train carriage to safety. Hero!
So Tess is safe, Fletch is safe, their secret love is no secret any more, so it’s hurrah all round. Except not – because Tess, who is practically built from Moral Fibre, can’t be happy in a relationship that started off with lies and cheating and whatever. Indeed, the reason she was on the train in the first place was that she was on her way to a job interview in Birmingham, because she can’t cope with seeing Fletch and his lovely quiff day in, day out. Continue reading
(Series 16, ep.37) You know when a love triangle is reaching critical mass. It’s when every corner of the triangle gets a haircut the very same week, which was the case for the Smug/Posh/Barfs in this episode. It’s like some sort of adultery telepathy. Dr Amy Smug-Barf was still covering for Posh’s mistake the other week, because she needs to get him moved on to another department and can only do that if everybody thinks he’s competent and he passes all his tests.
So far so Smug. And Posh. What it all needed was a hefty dollop of brains-speak and a Big Reveal (and then more brains-speak). That’s exactly what we got, but in the capable scriptwriting hands of Nick Fisher it was quirky, funny and very dramatic. Continue reading
(Series 28, ep.42) I really should make the effort to watch Casualty every week, because when I do watch it I invariably enjoy it.
This was a cracking episode. There was a dramatic helicopter crash, followed by one of those tense “the roof’s about to cave in!” moments that always sees at least one of our plucky medics in dire peril. In this case it was my favourite, Dr Zoe Hanna, who was being ably assisted by my other favourite, The Lovely Jeff. Zoe had wisely taken the option of attending a dangerous incident rather than the alternative, which was being summoned upstairs to have a chat with (my unfavourite) Selfie.
Because I don’t watch every week, I’ve missed what’s been going on with Zoe/Connie/Selfie, but from what I’ve gleaned, Selfie was just looking for an excuse to oust Zoe from the Clincal Lead job so the more ruthless and corporate Connie could take over the role. Something happened previously to ensure that Zoe was on shaky ground anyway, but this week she realised that there’s more to doctoring than Selfie’s targets and performance indicators, and she told him he ought to give the Clinical Lead job to someone who wants it. “You want it, don’t you?” she asked Connie. “Yes,” said Connie, after only the briefest of dramatic pauses just to be polite. Continue reading