On August 8th of this year I wrote a piece about the premier episode of a gripping and intense British television drama called Broadchurch. The show, which aired in Great Britain earlier in the year, was presented in the U.S. by BBC America. The eight one-hour episodes focused on solving one horrible crime - the murder of an eleven-year-old boy.
It was difficult, at least for me, to remember (or be available) to watch a program once a week for eight weeks, and during the run of Broadchurch, I managed to miss an episode-and-a-half. But even with that dramatic deficit, I was caught up enough to thoroughly enjoy this week's finale, a conclusion that was as emotional as anything I have ever witnessed on television - or even in the movies, for that matter.
Broadchurch is programming of a quality rarely seen on the small screen. David Tennant and Olivia Colman, the mismatched detectives whose lives suddenly coalesced around a single crime, had an intense chemistry that made both characters highly believable, though not always sympathetic. Tennant and Colman tapped, and at times blasted, a staggering range of emotions, particularly during the last fifteen minutes of the finale. Their performances in those closing segments were gut-wrenching and uncomfortably unforgettable.
Alfred Hitchcock would have loved Broadchurch.
Fox is reportedly planning an American ripoff of the series next year, and there is a rumor circulating on the Internet which claims the Brits may also produce a second season of the show. If either or both of the new versions are as good as the original, we will all be in for a treat!