Crime drama is time well spent
Kate Winslet stars in HBO’S “Mare of Easttown” series
In the well-wrought “Mare of Easttown,” which began Sunday on HBO, Kate Winslet plays Mare Sheehan, a police detective in a Pennsylvania small town dealing with the death of a teenage girl and the possibly related disappearance of another a year before. In some way, it feels like a corrective to the glamorous, shallow, uptown hokum of “The Undoing ” — HBO’S most-watched show of 2020. From the five episodes available for review, out of seven, the limited series also seems liable to eschew the artier conceits of the network’s “True Detective” in favor of something more workaday, though one never knows what surprises an additional two hours of television might bring.
Along with investigating “the burglaries and the overdoses and all the really bad crap that goes on around here,” things closer to home are adding stress to Mare’s life. Her ex-husband (David Denman) is about to remarry and has moved into a house bordering hers; her son is dead, by his own hand, and the mother of his child (Sosie Bacon), freshly out of rehab, wants to claim the little boy back from Mare. Also living with Mare are her mother, Helen (Jean Smart), a verbal sparring partner, and her daughter Siobhan (Angourie Rice), who has a modish haircut and a band. Their relationship is colored by Mare’s determination to get Siobhan into a good college and, significantly, out of Easttown, and by Siobhan’s feelings about her late brother.
Twenty-five years earlier, as a member of her high school basketball team, Mare made a shot that cinched a state championship, and as the series gets underway, there is a ceremony to celebrate it, a device that seems intended mostly to suggest that some people get out of town and some never do and that glory days, well, they’ll pass you by.
“Must have been some shot,” says Richard (Guy Pearce, reuniting with his “Mildred Pierce” co-star Winslet), who strikes up a conversation with Mare in a bar later that night.
“Most places, no,” she replies. “’Round here, yeah.”
Richard, who has moved to town to guest lecture at a local college, wrote one award-winning novel years ago. (“They made a TV movie out of it in the ‘90s starring Jill Eikenberry” is one of the year’s great lines.)
Is he here as a love interest or something more? That he’s not only a writer but also a writer who has failed to write more than that one book, and is played by Pearce, the series’ marquee name alongside Winslet and Smart, sends up a red flag — or is it a red herring? There are a couple of clerics in the mix as well (James Mcardle and Neal Huff ), a line of work that’s become a magnet for suspicion in these sorts of stories.
The real question is whether Mare, an unhappy person stuck in an unhappy place, might become even a marginally happier one, a matter quite apart from her catching a killer. She regularly begins a scene sucking on an e-cigarette, and drinks, when she drinks, with some determination. She’s good at her job, and dedicated to it, though she tends to bend rules and ignore orders.
It does seem for a while that we are embarking upon a familiar dreary portrait of a down-market community in which nearly every character with more than a dozen lines is drunk or on drugs, or at angry odds with spouses, parents, kids or colleagues, or hiding some dark or darker secret. Or just plain mean. There is plenty of normalcy in the nonfictional Easttown Township, near where “Mare” screenwriter Brad Ingelsby (the Ben Affleck alcoholism-and-basketball film “The Way Back” and the missing-girl drama “American Woman”) grew up. And there is just enough of it in his miniseries to keep a viewer hanging in.
There is nothing sensational here, but I watched five episodes with growing interest. Suspense when it comes is effective; there are a couple of genuine shocks and some care has been taken to arrange things so that even when you can see what’s coming, you might miss what’s coming behind it.
Wearing her Pennsylvanian American accent, Winslet makes you believe in Mare as a person and not a part; the actress, who spends much of the opening episode limping, does not mind looking bedraggled, and you can feel the world weighing on her, and sense her pressing back. Once or twice she’ll get to clean up enough to remind you that she’s a movie star, and here and there she gets to be funny.
Will it matter who did it? Sure, for a few minutes. Our compulsive desire for answers is what can keep us watching even a bad mystery, but in a really good mystery, the journey is what matters. And “Mare of Easttown” makes those other minutes feel well spent.