Too much drama for one family
THESE two words tend to make me want to smash my television with that heavy meat mallet in the second drawer in the kitchen: family drama.
Think about your own family, if any. Is there material there that’s up to the challenge of a TV series?
Pick up the kids. Make dinner. Pay the bills.
Organise the costumes for the school concert. I’m about to slump into a coma I’mso bored.
But we both know this ground has been covered by every show in the history of the universe. And not just dramas. Comedies too.
It’s difficult though, because there’s that thing called relatability, a vain notion meaning we want to watch ourselves as much as possible. Not prettier nor more interesting versions. Which partly explains why family drama The Sopranos – last week voted the best written series ever in a big impressive poll in the US – never quite worked here.
So I’m also kind of concerned for The Time of Our Lives. This is as family as family dramas get. Two brothers and a sister and their relationship tentacles.
I’ve watched the first two episodes, so why am I dying to watch the third episode?
Let’s start with the great cast. Plus everyone’s been put in a job where they’ll have to mingle with people from the outside world (school counsellor, bar) which family dramas are often frightened of, like they’re One Nation or something.
What worries me is it’s on the ABC on a Sunday night. Has this become the domain of Call the Midsomer Wives to the extent that an attractive, liberal 21st century series will be an alien concept? It’s possible.
The other thing is, we find out a lot about this family in the first episode. It’s almost too good. There’s only so much drama in a family. Unless someone gets sick, and that never plays well on TV.