Ah, THE CRIMSON PETAL AND THE WHITE, what a load of rot. The story concerns the brilliant Victorian prostitute Sugar (Romola Garai) who becomes mistress to (her sugar-daddy?) William Rackham (Chris O'Dowd).
Romola Garai mugs her pretty little heart out but remains fundamentally unconvincing as a bewitching prostitute. Chris O'Dowd apparently doesn't know how to shave or how to do any accent but his native Irish. Lots of other people turn up but they are even more boring than the two leads. Special mention must be made of Mark Gatiss who continues to play the same part in every TV drama he's in.
The plot is post-Victorian. Which is to say that it is purest Victorian melodrama but with extra shagging. Being post-Victorian also means that the male characters are all weirdos, wussbags or fools. The women in contrast are wise or mysterious or victimised. Even the prostitutes turn out to be remarkably well read.
Much has been made of the seedy atmosphere, sets and costuming. I disagree. This underworld is treated in a voyeuristic manner- most notably in the first episode where a single shot takes in grotesquely fat and urinating prostitutes in the nuddy. The over-use of skinny kids, beaten prossies and lunatics makes it appear that there are no normal people in London and robs the series of any reality. Without the solid sense of reality it was impossible to take anything seriously. Give me Charlie Dickens anyday.
Romola Garai mugs her pretty little heart out but remains fundamentally unconvincing as a bewitching prostitute. Chris O'Dowd apparently doesn't know how to shave or how to do any accent but his native Irish. Lots of other people turn up but they are even more boring than the two leads. Special mention must be made of Mark Gatiss who continues to play the same part in every TV drama he's in.
The plot is post-Victorian. Which is to say that it is purest Victorian melodrama but with extra shagging. Being post-Victorian also means that the male characters are all weirdos, wussbags or fools. The women in contrast are wise or mysterious or victimised. Even the prostitutes turn out to be remarkably well read.
Much has been made of the seedy atmosphere, sets and costuming. I disagree. This underworld is treated in a voyeuristic manner- most notably in the first episode where a single shot takes in grotesquely fat and urinating prostitutes in the nuddy. The over-use of skinny kids, beaten prossies and lunatics makes it appear that there are no normal people in London and robs the series of any reality. Without the solid sense of reality it was impossible to take anything seriously. Give me Charlie Dickens anyday.