Dancing on the Edge – Review

February 6, 2013 by  
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Dancing on the Edge

BBC One, Monday, February 4, 9pm

Jazz. At extreme risk of sounding like an old fogey, I’d take a wild stab in the dark and guess that many of today’s younger generation would stick their noses up at it like a bad smell, in favour of glitch, shoegaze or whatever the son de jour happens to be. In all fairness, I’d probably join them. But back in the early twentieth century jazz really was the rock and roll, punk or grime of its day. With its booming brass ‘n bass, rapid rhythms and overt sexuality, it upset the establishment.

Given that jazz was mostly played by people of Afro-Caribbean descent, it also upset the demented sensibility of a society where racism was still as overt as the sun in the sky. An early scene in Dancing on the Edge captures such absurdity perfectly, as the Louis Lester Band (led by the always glorious Chiwetel Ejiofor) reluctantly accepts a gig at one of London’s more conservative hotels, takes to the stage and lets rip. The stuffy clientele, all white, all trussed up in dinner jackets and evening gowns, clink their soup bowls, mutter their discontent and begin to make their exits.

Fortunately the band have two very influential backers: Matthew Goode’s roguish reporter, reviewer, editor and pretty much everything else at the (not new) Music Express and the ultra-connected Donaldson, played by the ever brilliant Anthony Head. With their help, the hotel gig becomes a regular and Louis Lester and his men – with the fresh addition of two female vocalists – become favourites of Prince George and US acting royalty in the fine form of John Goodman.

In less accomplished hands, this could all have turned into a glitzy production about the band’s triumphant rise to fame, but as Dancing on the Edge is written and directed by Steven Poliakoff, things were never going to be so tame. We already know that the story is going to end on a downbeat note, thanks to a prologue set 18 months ahead of the events we witness that sizzles with intrigue and mistrust. The question now is how Poliakoff is going to take us

Apparently some people struggled with the first episode, complaining that it was too long and boring. To them I would simply advise sticking to more remedial fare like Doctor Who or Spooks, where everything is clearly signposted for you and wrapped up neatly in less than an hour. If the aforementioned are akin to webisodes, then Dancing on the Edge is like a great novel that allows its characters and their motivations to develop at a natural pace.

Apart from a smidgen of liberal guff, nothing in it feels forced, the powerhouse cast are all at the top of their game and the payoff at the end of episode two has really whet the appetite for the next three nights. And, despite what I said earlier, even the jazz numbers are great. Nice…

Ian Manning says:

Aside from the frankly not really believable total lack of racial prejudice from everyone other than the nasty Nazis and maybe those po-faced Immigration officials, I was really enjoying this series. Terrific acting (wonderful to see Jacqueline Bisset back on the screen!), fascinating characters and convincing interiors (and most exteriors – see below) and wonderful costumes. However, the fourth episode last night brought me up short and bounced me straight out of the drama. In an earlier episode, I had not allowed the pristine steam train on the clearly empty modern steam railway to destroy my concentration on the story. (Even an American multi-millionaire wouldn’t have been able to persuade one of the Big Four railway companies of the 1930s to clear a whole line of other traffic for so many hours!) But the New Year’s Eve party in tonight’s episode set in an unheated stable block with plenty of bare female skin on show, followed by a walk in a deciduous English wood in full leaf at the end of the coldest December (1933) for 43 years – how utterly ridiculous! And even more so given that we were shown how cold the house was in an earlier episode with the characters unable to sleep due to it.) And, sorry, I won’t allow anyone to brush this aside as petty nitpicking by a nerdy train spotter or amateur weather forecaster (of which I am neither)! All drama relies on the suspension of disbelief and such cynical penny pinching by the production team caused that suspension to evaporate in an instant. Of course, I might be in a minority of one, but I found it such a huge disappointment as the acting is excellent and, as has been said, the costumes and interiors are spot on. Overall, a real let down after such great expectations from a great film maker.