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.
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.