The series deals with these bloody events experienced by a family that looks perfect and happy. That family was completely killed by someone they know and always trust, as things turn to a different path after what happened. During this period, cracks appear on the surface of a supposed poetic society that changes everything and embodies a dangerous turn.
They spent so much time sourcing stupid little twinkling lights and aesthetically pleasing bits of hay to convince us that this was a happy-happy-happy family through the medium of a fake Boden barn dance, they left no time for writing the story.
It's a tightly written piece of television that sets up a number of fascinating characters and plot threads, anchored by terrific performances across the board.
Daisy Coulam's script and the cast make these feel like real people, not cackling TV villains or victims, which makes it all the more disquieting and compelling.
I'm finding it an irresistible treat, but these things are essentially alchemical and unpredictable. Broadchurch with freckles - think of it like that if it'll help. Come on in; the Deadwater's lovely.
The questions spilling over from the first episode of Deadwater Fell were too many to count. Most of all, I want to know how David Tennant is able to make me distrust his character deeply, when everything he says seems so mild and straightforward.
The first of the four episodes of Deadwater Fell, written and created by Daisy Coulam (Humans, Grantchester) and directed by Lynsey Miller, is gripping and disturbing, with a strong cast, though some of the dialogue is a bit ponderous.
It hits the marks for this genre without ever proving immersive or even plausible... Even if we ignore the plot holes, it always felt as if the characters were serving the plot rather than vice versa.
