Do you have any idea how long it’s taken me to write this post? I’ve been trying to sit down and write a review of Father Brown for months, ever since the first episode aired. I thought the first episode was decent – not particularly good, but not out-and-out terrible either. But it didn’t inspire me in any way. I didn’t feel like watching more of the show, nor could I write a half-decent review of the first episode. Along with Elementary, it’s one of the few things I’ve watched which I simply couldn’t review. I tried and I tried, but everything I wrote seemed absolutely terrible. I even tried writing a post comparing the flaws of Elementary with the flaws of Father Brown, and abandoned it after writing two pages. Even in that aborted attempt at a post (abandoned in mid-May), I complained about just how difficult it was for me to write a review about Father Brown. Here is the relevant excerpt:
G. K. Chesterton’s original tales are remarkable works, some of the finest short stories ever written. Father Brown solves mysteries not with the dropped handkerchief or burnt cigarette ash, but with his knowledge of the human spirit and the evil of which it is capable. And how did he get this knowledge? His religion: as a priest, he has seen all kinds of evil and has heard it in the confessional booth. I’m afraid, however, that someone at the BBC missed the entire point, and like the editor in The Purple Wig, decided that “God” should be replaced by “circumstances”.
The resulting series, Father Brown, truly defeated me for once. I sat down and tried to write a review of The Hammer of God, but I could come up with nothing coherent. I had plenty of thoughts on the episode, but I could not even determine an appropriate way to start talking about them. And there I sat in front of an empty computer screen, wondering what I could possibly say. Because the series is not terrible… but it misses the central point of its source material so badly that I cannot in good conscience call it “good”.
|Author G. K. Chesterton|
Our society prides itself on its moral relativity, a standpoint that Chesterton would have mocked to death. (In fact, you could argue that he does just that in Chapter 2 of Orthodoxy, where he takes jabs at many of its core principals.) The reason I'm going on and on about it is that the show endorses precisely the kind of moral relativism that Chesterton would have found as absurd as the philosophies of Nietzsche. It’s the wonderful philosophy of “You can do whatever you want, but don’t tell me anything about it and while you’re at it, only do it in private and only with people who agree with you 100% and don’t educate any children that way because they’re just kids, you arrogant twat… oh, and you better be sure there isn’t even the slightest possibility of me accidentally seeing you do any of it or I will be offended as hell!”
At the end credits, I was expecting the lady from the BBC who voices over all the end credits to begin narrating: “Aren’t we at the BBC so clever? Yes, we know a lot of people back in the 1950s really really hated gay people, but in this universe everyone is totally cool with it except for the killer. We don’t want any children to get any wrong ideas, do we? Anyways, tune in for Inspector Morse, coming up next, in which Morse has a cup of decaffeinated coffee with unsweetened sugar while trying to quit smoking, exercising in order to become healthier, and maintain a skeptical distance from all organised religions because that’s what’s cool these days.”
Perhaps you can see why I couldn't end up writing a review.
Well, in July I began to go to the gym in order to get into better shape. And to trick myself into staying longer, I took a tablet computer with me and began watching more and more of Father Brown. And the more I saw of this series, the more furious I became. By the end, I was positively foaming at the mouth. Throughout this adventure, I posted my thoughts on the series to Facebook, and frankly I can see no better way of reviewing this pile of crap. So below is an anthology of my (mostly) unedited ramblings on Father Brown and why it’s such a terrible, terrible show. [Any edits or additional thoughts are indicated in square brackets.]
|Father Brown, a jackass, and the Comic Relief Squad|
The only thing that I can say in favour of this series is the brilliant casting of Mark Williams, who is truly excellent as Father Brown. Unfortunately, the good Father seems rather lost in this bizarre universe, where characters' intelligence changes between episodes depending on what the plot/comic relief requires and where murders keep happening in the same small village over the space of a few weeks... and yet, despite the fact that the priest solves the murder every time, the coppers still treat him like an idiot way in over his head. I'm convinced that it'll turn out in the end that Inspector Valentine is actually a serial killer behind all these murders and that's why he's such an ass to Father Brown.
It's as if someone watched ITV's "adaptation" of Murder is Easy, said to themselves "I can do that!", went on Wikipedia, read a few summaries of Father Brown stories, and then wrote the series. [Instead of a credit at the start saying “Based on the character created by G. K. Chesterton”, it should say “Inspired by the Wikipedia entry for Father Brown”.]
Finally calmed down enough to watch episode 5 of Father Brown, based on the Eye of Apollo. Er, *really* loosely based on the story, that is -- it's been altered so much that the people behind the Poirot [episode] Appointment With Death were probably creative consultants at the very least. As I've come to expect from the show, they miss the story's point by a mile and the characters spend a half hour waltzing around the obvious before Father Brown has the sense to point it out.
The episode nearly lost me at the beginning. Father Brown and the parish secretary go to see this new fangled cult's celebration, and the secretary is all huffy and skeptical. Father Brown shushes her with "Let's keep an open mind."
Okay, now that I've taken my medicine, let me point out the blinking obvious that, as a Catholic priest, Father Brown would be the last person in the world to say something like this. This is yet another example of the mad PC mindset of this series. Father Brown is unusually kind to homosexuals because that's PC. He's unusually kind to foreigners because that's PC. He's unusually kind to people of other religions because that's PC. Even when someone insults the Virgin Mary, one of the main points of contention between Catholicism and other Christian faiths! Chesterton would have definitely had many words to reply to the idiotic insult given. But Father Brown seems muzzled; dazed, he replies merely "I'm sorry" before going on to another topic. It made me furious.
But... the obvious villain of this episode is a delight. The actor chews the scenery so much that I swear you can see pieces of it caught in his teeth. In a room with this actor, Christopher Walken, William Shatner, and Al Pacino, this guy would win the Biggest Over-actor Ever award. The way he gets into his idiotic lines makes them laughable, but bearable. A serious taken on this villain would undoubtedly have made me throw something at my television screen.
Episode 6 is just insulting. To fans of GKC, to fans of Christie, and worst of all to Catholics. Our good friends the Evil Nuns make a strong comeback, so much so that they might as well have called the convent The Convent of the Heart of Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow. You know, I thought episode 1 was harmless. A bit mediocre but harmless nonetheless. The more I see of the series, though, the more furious it makes me...
I’ve already covered what a stupid statement this is in many essays, one of the most-viewed being A Rant Against the Word “Cozy”. If you haven’t read it, then please do. Then you might understand me when I tear out my hair and scream at the television set. Go to hell, Father Brown! (The show, not the character.) You haven’t earned the right to inaccurately lecture us about how “shallowly” Agatha Christie treats murder. You’re the show that’s doing a second-rate impression of Marple, let me remind you. In fact, you end this very episode with a forced, awkward, and unnecessary bit of humour with the secretary switching characters from Evil Witch to Silly Elderly Irish Woman. The added insult to Christie fans is that this patronizing lecture is given by this show. This show is about as morally complex as a kids’ TV show, one which ends every episode with the characters gathered together and laughing over a joke which isn’t all that funny. You heard it here first, folks: Father Brown has all the moral and ethical complexity of a typical episode of The Magic Schoolbus.]
And I thought episode 6 of Father Brown was bad... Well, it was, but episode 7 manages to be worse, although not nearly as offensive to Catholics. Father Brown's political correctness gets annoying once again, especially when he uses the modern buzzwords "intolerant", "ignorant", and "judgmental". But the story is so wildly un-Chestertonian that I am now convinced that nobody writing the scripts read any Chesterton ever in their lifetime.
It's about a nuclear scare, a girl who has a mysterious disease and a town that is paranoid over radiation. Mrs. McCarthy, the parish secretary, is a nasty old witch in this episode again, that is except for the bits where she does the "silly comic relief" bit. God, I hate this character - no consistency whatsoever between episodes, or even in the same episode, where her personality wildly flip-flops as the situation demands. And none of these personalities are in the least bit interesting! If I had five minutes alone with Mrs. McCarthy, I would murder her and then burn her award-winning scones until nothing but a charred, caramelized mess remained.
Anyways, the characters again spend a half hour waltzing around the obvious before Father Brown puts an end to it all. I have not been surprised by a single episode thus far. Not even slightly. They always manage to make the twist so bloody obvious!
Inspector Valentine is a bit of a jackass as usual. I don't get it, man. Within the last few weeks, you've had six mysterious murder cases and Father Brown has solved every one of them. By this point, wouldn't you just let him poke his nose around instead of threatening him to keep out of the investigation or else? Oh wait, no, that would make far too much sense.
Oh, and someone finally remembered they had a Polish refugee camp in episode 1, and brought the action back there for this episode. I love how they introduce these random elements to the village and then forget about them for the rest of the series. Consistency, thy name is Father Brown.
*sigh* Only 3 episodes left of this abomination. What I hate most is that the work of an author I adore has been hijacked and altered for the sake of political correctness and a really bad Agatha Christie impression that honestly makes no sense. Worst of all, throughout all these episodes Father Brown passively implies that he approves of and practices moral relativism, a concept that Chesterton himself would have laughed at.
OK, that is IT! I've had it with Father Brown! Damn it all, episode 8 was tedious as usual but harmless. But episode 9, it is absolute tripe. Absolute rotten tripe. It is *terrible*, full of the worst dialogue I've heard in a while. [The very first piece of dialogue after the opening credits is the most awkward exchange I’ve heard in 2013, with characters delivering such obvious exposition that I expected Captain Exposition to turn up on screen and give everyone a thumbs up.] I would call the characters cardboard cut-outs, but that would be insulting to a useful packaging material.
But Father Brown's political correctness has finally reached the point of no return. A little girl is introduced to him and the first thing she says is "I don't believe in God." Her father apologizes for her rudeness, but Father Brown shushes him with "An independent thinker, with a questioning mind: qualities I value highly." Chesterton would have some choice words to say about *that* statement... (In fact, he had some very choice words indeed in the book Orthodoxy. But since the people behind this series seem to be working from a Wikipedia entry on Father Brown, I'd hardly expect them to show any knowledge on this point whatsoever.)
Later in the episode, the same little girl talks with Father Brown about how unfair it is to be a girl, and why can't married women have careers?
What? That's it? You can't be any more bloody obvious than that??? Come on, here are a few helpful pieces of dialogue for series 2 of Father Brown:
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking how young people these days are so rebellious and full of life and that maybe ten years from now, there'll be a massive cultural and sexual revolution against the ways of the old world. Sprightly young things, aren't they?"
"You know, it's such a shame that people of different races don't have equal rights as we white people. There really should be some sort of equalizing law about that."
"I certainly hope England abandons capital punishment, hopefully by 1965. It really is terrible, what they do to those poor prisoners."
"Have you read in the newspapers, about the political unrest in Vietnam?"
"Ha, I can't believe how terrible the English football team is! At this rate, we'll be lucky to beat West Germany in the 1966 World Cup!"
Chesterton is probably rolling in his grave. [That probably explains the recent UK earthquake – that was his massive bulk giving a shudder from the after-life.] I've frankly had it with this series. Mark Williams is brilliantly cast as Father Brown, but he's given such piss-poor material that it makes the Peter Ustinov adaptations of Appointment with Death and Three Act Tragedy look like masterworks of cinema.
I miss the days when one of my biggest problems about this series was it showing a pair of supposedly-devout Catholics eating pastries before coming into church for Mass...
I didn’t write anything for Episode 10. Episode 10 actually wasn’t that bad by this series’ standards. The first part is one of the most faithful adaptations of the source material to date, doing a rather decent adaptation of The Blue Cross. But this is Father Brown; they have to ruin even that. The whole thing falls apart in the second half, an original
piece of padding story which feels like someone was trying to
write an action movie without any action. The character of Flambeau is ruined,
acting in ways that quite simply don’t suit his character in the least. If you
read The Queer Feet, you will read a
fascinating exchange between Father Brown and Flambeau… but Flambeau’s
character, as outlined by Father Brown in that story, does not match the
megalomaniac we meet in this episode. A megalomaniac who very nearly murders
someone in cold blood, I might add, and given a few more minutes he would have
done just that. Flambeau has no sense of honour in the least, and the second
half of the episode feels like a slap in the face to any Chestertonian who may
have enjoyed the first half.