“Broadchurch” Season 2: My Review
I am not a big fan of “Broadchurch” in any form — endless, poetic shots of the gloomy English seaside are not my way to waste an evening when there’s more than sufficient winter gloom outside my window. But I forced myself to watch the premiere episode, just aired, of “Broadchurch”‘s season two. Sorry, I’m still not into it. “Broadchurch” has moved from the medium’s most popular genre – the whodunnit – to a format that is a close runner-up: the didhedoit, or courtroom drama. This is a brave decision, I guess, as it risks undermining the storytelling integrity of the first series. The defense and prosecution counsel are introduced as warring ex-colleagues, played respectively by two actresses I admire: Marianne-Jean Baptiste and Charlotte Rampling. The episode also introduced a new crime mystery. But what pleasure there is continues to come from David Tennant and Olivia Colman’s scenes, forcing them together, each on the edge of disintegration, in settings including a ladies lavatory and a cemetery during an exhumation.
