Series Twenty Five is underway in the O'Drama household.
Gone, sad to say, are Wesley and Edie. They were two characters whose scenes I invariably enjoyed. Edie, in fact, would probably be included in a Top Three favourite characters for the whole series. Thora Hird's ability to steal a scene is especially missed in The Ladies scenes.
The newcomers to the series, many as they are, aren't quite making up for the losses. In fact, so low key are they that Entwistle, Alvin and Miss Davenport had two introductions each. Miss Davenport's in particular was very strange as she and Bernard Cribbins had interacted with the key cast but none of them seemed to recognise her in their second encounter (her second introduction).
The actors for all three newcomers are known to me, mostly for what I'd say are their signature roles (respectively Cato, George Roper and shaky Elizabeth). And for some there's little change here. Murphy's primary arc, for instance, is to irritate his neighbours with his uncouth ways and clash with a battleaxe. It's great to see Nora back, though I'm less sure about the dynamic with Alvin as it's so identical to Nora and Compo's scenes. To be fair, they were an iconic part of the series and Clarke has waited several years before trying to reinvent that particular wheel. Murphy, too, has fallen comfortably into the scenario. The chemistry is good with the rest of the cast and Alvin is funny and likeable. But during many of his scenes I find myself mentally recasting him with Bill Owen as it feels explicitly like Compo material.
What's interesting is that the other two Compo replacements are still present, so the energy is getting spread around. Tom is still scheming, being all kinds of lazy and avoiding the repo man. Billy is doing the childlike frankness and cheeky playfulness in many of the contemplative scenes with Truly and Clegg. So it's fair to say that the Compo heritage is somewhat diluted in the absence of Owen. But that leaves room for each of the three to find their own characteristics and voice, which seems to be happening.
It hadn't really occurred to me that Entwistle was something of a Wesley replacement until I saw him reach out of the window of his van to open the door using the outside handle - a quirk that was a Wesley trademark. Since then, I've realised that Entwistle's role as a bad tradesman who is frequently used as a signpost character - driving up to the lead characters on the hills and telling them so and so is looking for them - is pretty much how Wesley was used outside of his interactions with Edie. As an aside, I'm uncomfortable with the "exotic" music that's frequently played over Entwistle's scenes - all stereotypically East Asian.
Miss Davenport has been a slow starter for me. I'm still working out how she fits into the whole scenario as it feels a little forced at times. The disgusted looks she's got from Nora and Ivy during their coffee mornings - during her flights of fancy and after she remarked about quaint Northern customs - has been enjoyable. But like the ladies themselves, I'm still not quite sure what she's actually
doing there. But unwelcome outsiders can make for interesting viewing, so there's hope.
The series as a whole does feel like it's past its best but, at the moment, there's still enough of the longtime familiar to keep it comforting. And Roy Clarke continues to put some wonderfully funny lines into his characters' mouths (Pearl saying Marina's "eyelashes are longer than her skirts" springs to mind as a recent example). And that's an incredible feat after over thirty years.
In related news, I've dived into Andrew Vine's book, as recommended to me a few pages ago.
It's an engrossing read. Far meatier than I was expecting but incredibly easy to fly through those chapters. The behind the scenes story and the schisms within the cast are even more gripping than the series itself. I'm currently up to the first Seymour year, with lots of new arrivals and Gordon Wharmby's nervous breakdown and hospitalisation brought on by his awe at working with Thora Hird. Each titbit I read fills me with even more wonder at and admiration for the on-screen magic that gave nothing away.