The Sea Brigade: A Broadchurch Podcast


I don’t know if that embed code’s going to work, so on the off chance that it doesn’t and the podcast can’t speak for itself, I will. This is what I’m probably spending three hours a week working on, a podcast for Broadchurch, a drama from the UK. You’ve read my feelings about the show before, but I don’t know if I’ve talked at length about podcasting. It’s fun work, and to have over a hundred listeners in two weeks makes me feel great. If you like Broadchurch, please give it a go! Right now me and my friend Emily are the only ones out there producing a dedicated Broadchurch podcast.


What’s Up? (1/5/15)

Last First-Day-of-Class
I guess I just had my last, first day of class, ever. So, how’d it go? Well it was cold. Music 0100 was so, well, nothing happened so I can’t really judge it. Intro to Poetry, better. We did things. Wrote poetry, talked. I know somebody in Poetry which is very important, and exciting. Really helps the class not feel, isolated? Of my morning teachers so far, Kazumi > Nathan. Then there was a nice 2-3 hour break wherein I made lunches for the future, went to Roman Civilization, found out it was canceled, and then got lunch for the day. Killed time, wrote a blog post that turned into a review for “The Interview” (2014). Afterwards I had “Intro to Gender, Sexuality, and Women’s Studies.” As an introductory course I expected it to be full of first-year students who I wouldn’t know but instead I actually knew a few students. And two of them were ranking board members of Rainbow Alliance and the Campus Women’s Organization so, it’s not even that weird for very involved people to take an Intro course! Ending the day on this note was very important. Very hopeful. Very happy.

Broadchurch Returns
So the episode only just aired, so I’ll let everyone watch before I go spoiling stuff but… if anybody doubted Broadchurch Series 2 could be any good, you’re wrong! Because it is off to a good start, and I, oohhh… I can’t wait to write about it.

What’s Up? (Broadchurch Edition)

It would be a huge mistake for me to let another day go by without writing about Broadchurch. It’s a British murder-mystery drama that I started on December 17th, and finished on December 19th. In a year where I got to watch Fargo, True Detective, House of Cards, and other television greats – I can’t believe something could top all of that. Okay, so, Broadchurch isn’t as good as True Detective or Fargo, but I liked it more than either show. I felt less tense, less miserable – I had a great time theorizing “whodunit” without going through the agonizing… hmm… anxiety? that shows like Fargo or Breaking Bad could cause me to experience. (The kind of tension that makes you want to pause or fast-forward a show).

Broadchurch took place in a quaint seaside town that I thought was beautiful. The Jurassic Coast is wonderful, and something I never knew I wanted to see until now. David Tennant gets to be Scottish, weird, and kind of an ass to people. It’s nice to see him out of the loveable Doctor role and inside something much darker – the troubled detective. Olivia Colman’s great as his detective-sergeant, though I’ve never seen her in anything before. And I can’t believe I’m saying this but… I loved Arthur Darvill as the town Priest. Honestly. The cast is so small that I liked a little bit of most everyone. Oh man! And David Bradley too (Lord Walder Frey, Filch, so on!)

The show does what it promises to do in the first episode. Find the killer. We have two detectives, a small town, and while it may not disturb the formula – it’s a good time. Question everybody, come up with your own theories, and have a good time doing it. It was hard to stop watching, and when the credits rolled – I cried! I cried a little bit, yes! Congratulations Broadchurch. Not many TV shows will ever make me cry.

So please, do yourself a favor – if you have Netflix just give the first episode a try. If the serious tone and the brooding, methodical detective work isn’t your thing, then fine. For me it was, and I’m already thinking about re-watching those precious six hours of Broadchurch. It’s weird… but this show might be the highlight of winter break so far.