An unlovable drama, unless you are looking for a glossy vehicle to reinforce stereotypical visions of Chinese justice, or the buds of a modern polemic against capital punishment.
Mei was adopted as a baby because, under Chinese One Baby policy, it enabled her mother to keep her son. Mei ended up in England with western adoptive parents, and is happily studying Astrophysics until the call to help comes in from Guangdong, where her brother has been framed for the murder of a Nigerian outside a nightclub, by a rich playboy. Thirteen witnesses testify that brother did it, including brother's best mate.
Thus Mei travels into China to meet her birth mother, and the few friends and activists trying to get her brother free. Although filmed entirely in Hong Kong, the settings suggest a Guangdong credible enough that most westerners can glimpse another world, including the unexpected dimension of a significant Nigerian community.
I will grant a little goodwill here. The mother and daughter reunion is done well, and I believed it, starting with total, interpreted, awkwardness and unwillingness of gesture, eye contact or touch, through to a little language and a proper reconciliation in three episodes. But the plot starts to unravel as it unfurls, and whilst it's obvious that Mei is likely to be putting herself at risk in her endeavours, somehow it isn't that exciting to watch.
The brothel party scene is just not credible. Mei suddenly goes from upright young student and plucky protester of her brother's innocence to the point where she has to have sex with several men in a few hours just to get evidence that can be used to pressurise witnesses. An ordinary girl needs some plot development to get there, and we're not invited to glimpse her reckoning. If the central idea is for Mei to be the bridge character who's western enough for us to identify with, this scene blows it away in an instant, as so few of us could do this even to save our brother.
The investigator suddenly and neatly gets all the witnesses to retract their statements. It's all too neat and lacking in narrative interest or drama, with just a hint of what it's like to be in the Nigerian community here. Above all we don't really have any experience in how this counter-persuasion might work, based on our knowledge of ordinary people in our culture, yet we sense this is possible in China and other places where justice is arbitrary, or a rich man's game. This is where the human interest would lie. The script has to help us understand the coercive, cognitive journey that makes people do what they do.
It's just too clunky. It doesn't flow dramatically, but it isn't awkward either: in the second episode Mei and the activists dismantle the false evidence fabricated by the powerful local family and their stooges in the local administration without any dramatic tension at all. It just happens. Is there to be no fightback? Is anyone in the state apparatus watching? Is the rich family closing against them? The trouble is, you're thinking, "there's no fightback? It should all come down on them in a minute – or maybe it won't and this is another rubbish BBC drama out of its incredible depth." So your options are, you give up without watching the last episode, or you risk watching, knowing it must all come down on them unless it is it utter pap. Either way there's no excitement: the plot has been navigated into sterility, and the final counter-counter persuasion by the rich guys doesn't have any impact.
Finally, Mei goes to see the murderer at his Daddy's pad. She knows he did it. He knows she knows he did it (I think). But he still makes a play for her, and she goes much of the way along with it, allowing herself to be entertained out with his friends. Well, by now perhaps I should change my view of this woman. Perhaps she really is ice-cold inside enough to do this too. But – well, no, again it's just not credible, and I don't blame the actress. It's just no, as in no real hole-free plot. Oh, and by the way, some rich playboys in some corrupt dystopias can kill without feeling of guilt or remorse, but I dare say this isn't the norm, and his plot and character doesn't smell credible either.
Oh-hang on: another thread. Now Daddy offers her a deal: brother's mate swings for the crime instead. But this time our ice-maiden doesn't take it. Too moral I suppose, but no overt thinking displayed apart from some doubt depicted by hesitance on a flashy escalator. After her earlier actions have so committed her, you can't really imagine why she would baulk at this even though she has met the mate and his parents. To a rational moraliser it is at least a philosophically reasonable deal: either way an innocent man takes the rap: this way it's not your brother, but it's your action that causes it to be the mate instead. Discuss. And why doesn't Daddy offer one of the Nigerians, the traditional outsider fall-guys, instead? This would make sense, especially as it's said to be pressure from the Nigerian consulate this time that demands a head for a head rather than the more conventional financial restitution. So the Nigerian ex-pat community are everyone's fall guys, but the Nigerian Government holds enough sway to demand a framing. Hmm. That would need some explicit plot development to convince.
And the questions you really want to know are, does the supposed Chinese system of supremacy of the collective will over the individual really force all these individual actors to behave like this, and how do real people feel about such arbitrary justice? Unasked in this non-drama, I fear.
Oh yes, and what about the activists? All jailed bar one. No hint of their stories?
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