TV review: Demons
By Jeremy Clay
Well, it’s taken a while, but it’s finally happened. We’ve had our revenge for Dick Van Dyke.
So take a bow Philip Glenister. Actually, on second thoughts, don’t.
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In Demons (7.20pm, Saturday), ITV’s bold but backfiring attempt to create a British Buffy, Glenister used an American accent so ropey you half expected to hear the director shout “Cut!” every time he opened his gob.
That shout never came. Perhaps everyone realised he was doing a splendid job of drawing attention away from Demons’ many shortcomings.
On paper, this seemed like a promising show.
It’s got a good cast, a decent budget and nifty special effects. Alas, it wasn’t on paper but on TV, and oh what an unholy mess they’d made of the opener.
Christian Cooke stars as Luke, a frequently shirtless teenager who’s blissfully unaware he’s the last descendant of the Van Helsing line, until his godfather Rupert (Glenister) barges into his life.
Luke doesn’t seem especially surprised to discover London’s crawling with half-human grotesques and that it’s his job to zap ’em with antique guns.
Maybe that’s because the scriptwriters didn’t allow any time for acting in their haste to plunge the characters immediately into a cluttered storyline which was crying out for a rewrite.
Or maybe it’s because Luke was just too busy trying to figure out why Glenister was putting on that godawful American accent. One thing is certain though: Demons is a fair bit darker than you’d expect in the Doctor Who slot.
Two minutes in, with a creepy wee beastie lurking under Luke’s bed, my 10-year-old daughter was already watching through squished up eyes.
Five minutes later, with dog-headed hoodies stalking him through benighted streets, she suddenly announced “I can’t do this”, and hurried from the room.
Whoops, there goes the demographic. And if that’s a typical response, the ratings will be at Living TV levels by next Saturday.
Demons will probably get better as it settles down. But new dramas don’t need to get themselves into such a terrible muddle. Take Lynda La Plante’s Above Suspicion (9pm, ITV), a lean, effective police procedural with a winning new lead in the willowy Kelly Reilly.
She barely had a line in this hour and a half opener, even though she was constantly on screen. And yet it worked.
I think it helps that the camera loves her.
Or maybe the cameraman.