13 October 2021

Endeavour


I was a big fan of John Thaw as Morse, and an even bigger fan of Lewis, when they brought Kevin Whately back for the sequel.  Then there’s cross-casting, Clare Holman in Island at War, for example, which also featured Laurence Fox (who later shows up as Lord Palmerston in Victoria).  She pops in on an episode of Death in Paradise, and she and Kevin have separate guest shots on New Tricks - his the more sinister.  A treat, watching them out of character, playing against their familiar type. 

Why, then, does the prequel Endeavour leave me cold?


Perhaps it’s a resistance to origin stories.
  In both the series Inspector Morse, and in Colin Dexter’s books, Morse is already established, and somewhat opaque.  He has a history, but it doesn’t appear to weigh on him overmuch.  He has associates - you wouldn’t quite call them friends – but doesn’t play favorites.  He has eccentricities, some of them fixed, some fluid, but in fact he seems almost flat, as a character, and not fully in the round.  John Thaw gives him a larger presence than he has on the page.  Colin Dexter himself said, after Thaw’s death, that there could be no more Morse, that he couldn’t imagine another actor in the part. 

The cleverness of Lewis is that they don’t try to revive Morse, but they do give him imaginative echoes.  Lewis, now the senior, has a less procedural junior, instead of the other way around.  Lewis is luckier in love than Morse, or at least not star-crossed.  The puzzles are, if anything, more tangled, and the resolutions sometimes more uncertain.  They have a classic shape, but they’re less than final.




Mysteries have a formality.  We want them to satisfy.  The rules are bent, the public compact is broken, and what’s gone wrong needs to be put right.  You can push and pull at these boundaries, but that essential balance remains a constant.  If a mystery doesn’t do this, then it’s actually something else.  I’m not complaining if it is something else, but the mystery qua mystery is deeply conservative, in a social sense.  It can be a novel of manners, à la Christie, or Sayers, or even Ross Macdonald.  It can be a novel of bad manners, for that matter, like Lehane or Dutch Leonard, but it shares that same unity. 

My apparent issue with Endeavour isn’t that it doesn’t play fair.  Not at all.  The exec producer and writer is a guy named Russell Lewis (coincidentally), who wrote “The Way Through the Woods” for Morse, five episodes of Cadfael, two out of three episodes for Heat of the Sun, a Trevor Eve series, and five for Lewis, among a host of other credits.  Clearly, no slouch.  My crankiness is that I don’t find the impulse to explore Morse’s back story in any way needful.  In other words, the show would work for me as a standalone, but as part of the canon, it gets on my nerves.

OK, so I’m a grump.  I think if you had little or no experience of Morse, or Lewis, you could well enjoy Endeavour as another ingenious and not overly gimmicky Brit police procedural.  For me, too much previous.  But don’t take my word for it.  The show has many strengths, the writing, the cast, the production values.  We’re back in Oxford, for one, with its evocative locations, and back in the 1960’s, with a little of the rough-and-ready, so far as the cops go.  You could do worse. 




All the same, I have to say, I’d rather go back and revisit those nine seasons of Lewis.  It was charmed.  That easy.

4 comments:

  1. Happy birthday, David!

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  2. I agree, David. I don't want a series based on the unwritten backstory of just about anyone: from Hercule Poirot to Morse to Holmes. I, too, loved Morse, and liked Lewis. Not interested in Endeavor.

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  3. Interesting. I took a different route. I skipped Lewis in favour of Endeavour and numerous other British criminal mystery series such as Silk. But I lost interest in young Morse too, and I think I know why: We know how it ends.

    You used the words 'star-crossed', which puts it mildly. We know Morse met a bleak end, about as desolate, dismal, and depressing as end of life can get. It took a while, but I wanted less because I knew too much.

    I've lived and worked in Europe, and peoples have national personalities. French think along the lines that life can be tough, but enjoy what you can. The British are more like life sucks and then you die. That attitude definitely leaked through the screen to me.

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  4. Right there with you, David. I liked INSPECTOR MORSE (Thaw was a revelation, but the production feels at times dated now), *loved* LEWIS (still holding out hope for a HATHAWAY series) and although I enjoyed ENDEAVOUR at first, I lost interest after the first couple of seasons as it continued to grow every more unrelentingly GRIM, with no let up. And like Eve, we know how it ends. And when we know it doesn't end well, why stick with it? Style points?

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