“One can’t shake the feeling we’re seeing actors playing roles they’ve played before”
Written by Michael Lee.
In an age of bleak but sassy as hell Victorian period dramas, this adaptation of the Joseph Conrad novel has a lot too live up to. Verloc (Toby Jones) is a Soho pornographer who does a bit of work on the side spying on dissident Russian anarchists for the Russian Embassy. Soon though, they want to up the ante and order him to carry out the bombing of the Greenwich Royal Observatory. The expectation is that the British law will then come down heavy on the anarchists. Where shows such as Ripper Street and Peaky Blinders thrive of modern stylistics and quicker editing than the eras they cover would have ever known possible, The Secret Agent chooses to take its time. You could say it’s a slow burner (if you were to make a really bad pun).
Maybe it’s the familiar faces skulking around familiar sets that puts the shackles on embracing this greyly-lit fantasy world too wholeheartedly. The cast list is impressive on paper: David Dawson has nipped over from Ripper Street to nefariously greet what seems like half of the This Is England gang. Toby Jones and Vicky McClure head proceedings in the form of the odd couple who are supposedly married but we never get the impression she’s anything more than his cleaner. It all looks moody and spectacular but one can’t shake the feeling we’re seeing actors playing roles they’ve played before in more rustic settings. For all Verloc’s conflicted angst it would not be a surprise if he suddenly threw a metal detector to the floor before asking Andy if he wants to go to the pub. It also felt like Stephen Graham should be accompanied by a Stone Roses bassline as he strode purposefully to the bar (the Danebury Metal Detecting Club presumably just out of shot having their quiz night). It fuels the fire for those who say the BBC employs the same actors again and again. The end result is akin to watching a play at the theatre but being distracted by the stage hands moving the set about instead. The show is quite good but you’re too busy obsessing over the mechanics rather than the story.
Things do improve as they go on because it really is a slow burner (thought it might be funny second time round..?) Ian Hart is impressive as The Professor – a man so intense he has no real name and a man so crazy his hair looks like a hill with a road built through it. He’s also a dab hand at all that chemicals and bombs jazz so he is soon called upon to help out. The standout moment of the opener was Verloc’s vindicative rant to his “defective” brother in law. He manipulates his own family into delivering the bomb. Just as things start clicking into gear the credits roll but there is a hope that more than the ammunition will be delivered next week. There are no plot twists, no self-aware tumblr pleasing moments and that is to be respected but let’s hope the bomb shakes things up a bit. 6/10
- McClure’s character Winnie was so underwritten it can only be classed as a waste of one Britain’s most in demand actors.
- Wasn’t this really just a spin-off of Dickensian?
- Insert some scenes were too badly lit moan here…
- Insert some complaining about mumbling here…
- Who else was trying to spot modern buildings and cars in the vast city shots?