I’m getting weary of this now.
I really wasn’t looking forward to another does of Braquo this week; I had to force myself to sit and watch it, secure in the knowledge that it was going to be about as much fun as repeatedly punching myself in the stomach. Yes, after the inanity of the X Factor finale, anything would have been challenging viewing but Braquo really is increasingly hard going and for what? After last week’s brief moment of slightly less misery, we were back to wall-to-wall despair this time around.
The squad were called in to investigate a new murder case, pretending to work with Fargette, but preferring to work with some gangster pal of Eddy’s instead. For no reason other than to shock, this involved amputated fingers and all sorts of general shadiness. It’s like these people don’t actually remember how to do normal police work, even when it would be perfectly simple to do so, so I was glad Fargette and his dogged reliance on legitimate methods triumphed instead. In your face, Eddy and Theo!
That was all bad enough, but our anti-heroes were also trying to locate murderer Lemoine on the side and get him out of the way, lest he incriminate them for, ooh, everything else they’ve done. This involved tracking down a nude exotic dancer who for some reason flatly refused to cover up during the interview, because answering police questions naked is completely normal behaviour and not in any way gratuitous and stupid at all. Sigh.
And “sigh” at Helene too, who I thought had left last week in a huff but came back specifically to do her usual “Eddy, you are a terrible human being, until I decide to let you help me with money/sex/whatever” routine. What is the point of Helene exactly? And how many women is Eddy helping with the “money/sex/whatever” routine? The hooker, Helene, and maybe Roxane soon, although a quick snog with Eddy has lost her her home and her (admittedly crap) boyfriend: I shudder to think what going any further would do. Save yourself, Roxane! Resist the lure of the Caplan ‘tache!
Amongst it all, though, one bright shining gem that’ll bring me back for next week’s finale suddenly wandered into view. Hello, Captain Marceau! Clean-shaven, polite, crisp white shirt, nice hair – all contrasting beautifully with the dour, aggressive, black-shirted, under-coiffed Eddy and co. And he seems like he might actually be a good cop, too, but that might just be the white shirt and the handsomeness clouding my judgement. Anyway, I may love him. We’ll see next week.