Home sick with the flu these days. You’ll have noticed blogging was very slow yesterday. I’ve been watching a few episodes of my wife’s dvd collection of Lewis, the fine British tv series. I confess upfront I’m not familiar with the original series based on Colin Dexter’s novels, nor the books themselves.
It’s interesting to view an entire small screen series beginning to end. One gets a sense of character development as they solve some pretty brutal cases. The veneer of civilized Oxford has a very seamy underbelly. Makes me wonder a bit about my university town.
I enjoy the twist on the standard old cop/new cop thing: Lewis is something of a hothead and his young assistant, Hathaway, is the solid, thoughtful one. I like the development of Hathaway, too: former seminarian who plays world music when he’s not prying small details out of cases.
A number of episodes have religious faith as a context for the mystery. That catches my notice, of course. Lewis is skeptical of faith, but overall the treatment of religion is largely fair.
Cinematography and musical scoring is marvelous. I can’t think of better work I’ve seen on tv. Most feature films don’t measure up to it either.
As for the overall feel of the series, I don’t recall any episode that stands out or that fails the grade. I know that I enjoy the deception and shift in the episodes–none have left me disappointed. If only science fiction television were this good.