The public, abetted by the media, gave itself permission to embark on a mass intrusion into private grief by trying to own it. With the advantage of 20 years’ hindsight, it all looks rather more toxic than that. Tony Blair sought to characterise it as a successful resetting of the relationship between the British people and the royals, a transition he artfully stage-managed. They didn’t know what it was, or what to do about it. The outpouring of public grief – the flowers, the wailing, the vigils at the palace gates – caught those in charge on the hop. You’re the scum.” As the week progressed some of that anger was transferred to the Queen.
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A man looks directly into a TV camera and says: “It’s you, the press, that killed her. The footage, more than the recollections, brought it all back. We all remember where we were that week, but it can be hard to accurately recall the public mood: the charged air in the country, the process by which sadness gave way to anger. Princes William and Harry were among those speaking about their memories of that sad and strangely febrile interval, along with Tony Blair, Alastair Campbell and some key members of the royal household. Henry Singer’s film Diana: Seven Days (BBC1, Sunday) looked back 20 years at the week preceding the funeral of Princess Diana. We haven’t met Striker’s rock star dad yet, but I’m sure he is in the wings. Grainger and Burke are an engaging double act, while stalwarts Martin Shaw and Tara Fitzgerald form part of the wide range of suspects.
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Strike inhabits a London that is both quaint and menacing, full of greasy cafes, darkened boozers and the kind of restaurant where villains might have a regular table.
He talks to his artificial limb, and pees in a cup when he can’t be arsed to put it back on. Burke plays Strike with just the right amount of grubby nobility: he is dishevelled, but not quite disgusting. Sometimes the contrast jars – as when a woman on a street corner shouts “Fiver for a hand job?” at the passing Strike – but mostly it succeeds. This adaptation works hard to maintain a balance between raw authenticity and the hokier demands of the genre. There are at least half a dozen potential suspects, and we can’t afford to get them mixed up. Tick.Īctually, almost everyone has a singular name – Guy Some, Tansy Bestigui – but this is a convention of detective fiction. You weren’t hard to find, says Bristow, because there aren’t that many Cormoran Strikes out there. Strike’s new office temp, Robin ( Holliday Grainger), walks into his life just as his girlfriend is walking out – they pass each other on the stairs – and just before a childhood acquaintance, John Bristow, presents him with the case of the dead model, who was Bristow’s adoptive sister. In fact, he is rather more interesting than he needs to be, but his elaborate backstory will no doubt come in handy later. Early on, someone says: “Private detective? That’s a bit Roger Rabbit.” Cormoran Strike ( Tom Burke) is himself is a very modern PI: he lost a leg in Afghanistan, and he is also the estranged son of a rock star. In the new BBC adaptation Strike: The Cuckoo’s Calling (BBC1, Sunday), most of these difficulties are at least acknowledged.
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