Earlier this week I tweeted that I had enjoyed writer Lucy Gannon’s new drama ‘Frankie’ about a district nurse seen on BBC1 on Tuesday evening. Out of interest, later I had a look at the reviews in the papers and online, and realised that I was not in the majority. Almost all the reviewers were less than complimentary about the script writing, and even the acting, by the first-rate Eve Myles. The accusations included that it had been ‘over-egging’ the problems of the NHS (though how one can do that I’m not sure) and that the fiesty Frankie looked ‘deranged’ when she was dancing (don’t most of us?). Anyway I was much cheered when I went to see the response of viewers on the Radio Times website, to see that they shared my feelings and that most of them said they would like to watch the next episode, and thought it was a good start to a series. So, the professionals versus the amateur critics, strikes again in my life, and though supposedly I sit among the professionals, as a reviewing journalist of some years experience, I frequently end up on the side of the amateurs. Another case of this occurred some weeks back when my editor, Sue and I were invited to make a judgement between two plays performed for us by our local amateur dramatic company in Cardigan. The play, chosen by us, would go to the next round of a competition run by the Drama Association of Wales. It would be fair to say we were impressed by the standard of acting in the first, but blown away by the second which was the one we chose. ‘Recidivists’ is a hard-hitting, piece of writing where two prisoners face one another with violence and abusive language in a process of overcoming their suspicion of one another in order to be able to share a cell. Marc Owen and Jonathan Preese were brilliant in the parts, and in spite of the vile language, and the aggression, both myself and Sue beside me were transported; forgot where we were; and were deeply moved by it. We were surprised to be honest. The daring quality of the work, and the effort involved in attempting something so new and not relying on something ‘safe’ to take to the competition, affected and impressed us.
We looked forward to hearing that they had been the toast of the night at the Torch where they performed in the next round, but it was not to be. The professional adjudicator profoundly disagreed with our choice, saw no merit in the play whatever, and had only negative things to say about it.
Does all this mean that there can never be a totally objective review or critique, of anything? I sometimes think so. If so why do we do it, and who can we listen to? The guys and their director and producer came back genuinely puzzled and disappointed, and we their first judges felt exactly the same. But that’s the way it goes.
So, if you want to find out what you think of ‘Frankie’ and whose side you are on, the second episode is on next Tuesday. I think there’s a lot of love in it somewhere, love in the writing and in the making of it, but maybe that’s just my rose-coloured contacts. Try it.