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Tuesday, 12 February 2013

The Hour Has Passed

I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
The Hour has been axed by BBC2 and will not return for a planned third series, it's been confirmed. The period drama, which was set in the late 1950s and concerned the genesis of a fictional current affairs programme on BBC Television, was created by Abi Morgan and starred The Wire's Dominic West, Skyfall's Ben Whishaw and The Crimson Petal and the White's Romola Garai. It had been the original intention of the production company behind the programme, Kudos, to produce at least three series. Jane Featherstone, chief executive of Kudos Film and Television, said she was "sad and disappointed" by the decision. Speaking in November, Morgan admitted that she would relish the chance to continue the story. "I love those characters and I'm really excited to create more characters, so fundamentally I'd love to see it develop and grow." Garai - who played Bel Rowley - also declared that she would be interested in starring in more episodes. "I don't think the format of this show lends itself to running for 10 or 15 years, but hopefully we'll do some more," said the actress.

In its two years on air, The Hour received four Golden Globes nominations, having been shown on BBC America, and three Bafta nominations. In 2011 it was named as one of the 20 best shows of the year by Radio Times critics and launched with 2.89 million viewers. Yet in comparison with another of the BBC's period dramas, Call The Midwife (which, unsurprisingly, will be receiving a third series), series two, which aired in November and December 2012, saw the show struggle to attract large numbers of viewers, with fewer than 1.5m tuning in.


In the spirit of felling tall oaks to let little acorns flourish, the news comes in the wake of the BBC drama department previewing a raft of new projects, including a Liz Taylor/Richard Burton biopic that's intended as BBC Four's drama swan song (the channel will be all factual, all the time in future), starring Dominic West as the Burton to Helena Bonham-Carter's Taylor. There is also the six-part adaptation of Susanna Clarke's Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, the recently announced fantasy series Atlantis, and BBC Three zombie comedy series In The Flesh. A BBC spokesperson said: "We loved the show but have to make hard choices to bring new shows through."
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Thursday, 7 April 2011

The Crimson Petal and the White S01E01

The Crimson Petal and the White began as a bad laudanum dream: "This city is vast and intricate and you do not know your way around," whispered expressionless strumpet Sugar (Romola Garai), hunched, naked and blotchy, over a rickety writing desk as her quill spidered across yellowed paper. "You are an alien from another time and place altogether. You've allowed yourself to be led astray, and there's no hope of finding your way back." She wasn't wrong.

The London she moved through was – it was suggested – both a physical and a moral maze, a warren of squalid streets marked by odd visions: a grubby angel with swan's wings on his back, a crow-headed figure, a dying horse down on the cobbles. Things were just as feverish inside too, as the whore hero of this Victorian pastiche threaded her way past piglets and obese slatterns and pissing doxies to discover a friend dying, savagely beaten by her latest clients.

And yes, it looked fabulous. This is London, 1874, as if Vogue had decided that Victorian underbelly was going to be this season's big thing. Marc "The Devil's Whore/The Mark of Cain" Munden's extraordinary direction ensured we were discombobulated from the get-go. Everything looked as if it had been smeared with goose fat, then dunked in soot, and had then half-fallen over, like a drunk in a telephone booth. There were odd angles and seasick cellos. They'd even got a madly cackling old man to decorate one of the street scenes – a popular gothic accessory that you can normally take as evidence of failure of imagination but somehow seemed to fit here. Abandon hope all ye who entered in search of a simple, sugar-dusted treat to tide ye over until the next series of Downton Abbey. Here, it seemed to say, is a costume drama as snug as a steel corset.


Yet all of 19th-century literary trope-life is present. As well as the fascinating lady of the night, we have a disappointing son disinherited by his father, a wife slipping slowly into insanity (though she has not yet been banished to the attic, her inability to survive supper without falling into a frothing fit on the carpet surely bodes ill), a predatory doctor, a pious Gladstonian brother with a growing interest in London's underworld and a ministering angel in black bombazine – but stirred with a dirty great postmodern stick so we get to see all the sex too.

Adapted by writer Lucinda Coxon from Michel Faber's 2002 novel, episode one lifted its nightie to reveal a world in which life is cheap, sanity is tenuous, sexual skullduggery is rife, and one's position in society is as unsteady as the pustular dandies who wobble boozily through the honking corridors of Mrs Castaway (Gillian Anderson)- the sub-Dickensian grotesque who runs the brothel at which Sugar works.

Amid the woozy, widdly squalor, the plot staggered in and out of focus. Semolina-faced autodidact Sugar channelled her vast intelligence and broiling hatred of men into her novel-in-progress, whiling away the hours between clients by penning murderous fantasies about them. "It's a book of HATE," she snapped at a friend, as they ate cream buns in the park. "To wreak revenge on every pompous, trembling worm who taps at Mrs Castaway's door."

Across town, and several miles up the social ladder, potato-bonced William Rackham (Chris O'Dowd) is heir to a perfume business but distracted by writerly aspirations, and desperately seeking to placate his furious father. Upstairs his tremulous, housebound wife Agnes spends her time whacking at in-laws' fascinators with a poker and being felt up by Richard E Grant's repellent physician. Dowd nicely caught the absurdity of a man trapped between affectations of bohemianism and feeble attempts at Victorian mastery. William fancies himself as a man and an intellectual, but he's not really either. He is, instead, just the right mixture of haplessness, selfishness and vulnerability to make him perfect prey for a bright prostitute with an eye on the main chance.

Seeking relief from his debts and his neurasthenic wife he finds Sugar, who's received a glowing write-up ("They say she never disappoints …") in a gentlemen's guide to London's sexual underworld. And when he discovers that Sugar can talk arty with the best of them – she scornfully dismisses Ruskin as a "major minor" in verse – he's lost. In a pub, they discussed Tennyson and Arnold. Then, stifling sniggers, she gave him a blow job. "Ho! Hah! HAAAHRRNNNNG!" he roared, enormous legs pedalling the air as if it was an upside-down sex tricycle. Reinvigorated, Rackham scampered home to sort out his wonga. "I am ushering in a new regime!" he boomed, hurtling through his accounts in the manner of a tumescent bowling ball as his terrified maids cowered behind the nearest antimacassar.

Later, while William is going at her from behind, yodelling with sexual release, Sugar is busy rifling through his coat pockets for useful intelligence. A few hurried searches through his briefcase later and Sugar is soon advising him about business plans, amending advertising copy and generally making herself indispensable in ways outside the traditional remit. Soon Daddy has restored his allowance, William is paying for "exclusive patronage" to Sugar and she is on the verge of being installed in some pseudo-official capacity in his house.

As Sugar parlays sex into success, William's poor wife (another great performance, this time from Amanda Hale) is sliding deeper into madness, thanks to her sexually abusive doctor. She writes too, though rarely more than a few words. She wrote "Help" in her own breath on the window and "Must get out" in her diary, as the sinister Dr Curlew turns up now and then to terrify her by doing something unspeakably clinical under her petticoats.

The episode ended on a particularly bleak note. Sugar made a clandestine reconnaissance mission to the Rackhams' enormous house, culminating with her admiring discovery of just how far beyond his means he's been living. "You'll keep me better than you do now," she breathed. Meanwhile, watching from the bedroom was a pallid, nightie-bound Agnes. "My angel!" she gasped, peering at the gawping Sugar below while clawing at the windowpane: an image so tragic, so heavy with impending awfulness, you could probably hear the resulting outbreak of facepalms from Neptune. There is a kind of nightmarish glamour to the whole thing, a weird, off-kilterish feeling against which refreshing scenes of prostitutes remaining preoccupied with their own survival and nursing diaries full of vengeance sit well, and suggest a story and an execution that will yet come to bite complacent viewers firmly on the ass. More laudanum, please.

Television Series: The Crimson Petal and the White (S01E01)
Release Date: April 2011
Actress: Romola Garai
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Sunday, 13 March 2011

Romola Garai: On a Roll

From an unflinching portrayal of the life of a Victorian prostitute in The Crimson Petal to a comically dreadful wife in the film adaptation of One Day, Romola Garai is set for stardom. But while she is uninhibited in her work, don't try asking about her private life warns Alice Fisher in today's Observer.

Ker-flunk, ker-flunk. Romola Garai thumps across the wooden floor of the photography studio with the grace of a flat-footed Cyberman. She seems unable to control her shoes – a pair of Christian Louboutin platform heels. She looks so elegantly beautiful from the ankle up that her clod-hopping progress is particularly amusing. In the end the photographer comments.

"Yeah," says Garai and stares dispassionately at her feet. "I can't really do shoes."

Garai, it transpires, has very firm ideas about what she does and doesn't do; the way life should be lived, what's important and what she can really do without, thank you very much. This attitude would be admirable in any 28-year-old, but it is particularly interesting in an actor – a profession synonymous with insecurity.

"Acting is a strange job because your control is very limited," says Garai, cheerfully. "Unless you're at peace with that you're going to be unhappy. I think it's harder for men to accept they're just a tool, they're not the generator of art. I don't struggle with it. I feel happy and lucky. In fact I honestly can't think of actresses who are my direct peers whose careers I want. This year I've got amazing roles in things I really believe in. I mean, what more could you want?"


Though Garai is perhaps best known for her roles in period dramas such as Atonement, I Capture the Castle and the 2009 TV series of Jane Austen's Emma, her upcoming projects are juicy and diverse. First up is the four-part BBC adaptation of the much-loved Michel Faber book The Crimson Petal and The White. Garai plays Sugar, a Victorian prostitute who becomes a wealthy man's mistress and is eventually introduced into his suburban household.

"I read a lot, but I don't think I've ever read a character so absolutely conjured as Sugar," says Garai. "I wanted to portray her to the best of my ability and very respectfully. She is so complex, full of paradox. She is also very damaged."

The Crimson Petal director Marc Munden – whose work includes The Devil's Whore and The Mark of Cain – says that Sugar's opaqueness would have made it difficult for audiences to engage with her if weren't for Garai's skill as an actress. "Romola has such intelligence and lively thought going on behind her eyes that she keeps us compelled and seduced, despite Sugar giving little away. She is a great technical actress who also understood instinctively Sugar's guile, her status, her damage."

Playwright Lucinda Coxon adapted the book for the small screen, which pleased Garai. "There's a lot of sex and nudity involved so it was important for me to know that the person making the piece was going to talk about prostitution in a serious and responsible way, because that doesn't often happen."

This aspect was also important to Munden. "The Crimson Petal is also about the mechanics of prostitution," he says. "The base things Sugar puts her body through – the douching, the use of abortifacients, her painful skin condition. Romola was determined that we were unflinching in our depiction of that."

Garai's other big role this year is also in a BBC drama, The Hour, and it is also realised by a woman – Abi Morgan, who created Sex Traffic and adapted Brick Lane for the big screen. The Hour is set against the backdrop of the 1956 Suez Crisis and follows the launch of a current-affairs TV programme. Though Garai was intrigued by the period, and by parallels with the current political situations in both Iraq and Egypt, she was drawn to her role as a TV producer because it was the chance to show another side of the era. "I have mixed feelings about the 50s nostalgia at the moment, especially in terms of women and fashion. I think Mad Men is an amazing show, but there's another side to it. Postwar Europe was morally stagnant and there was a lot of neo-conservatism. There was an underside to that period, especially in terms of gender politics, which I think was much more interesting."

As you may have noticed, Garai does not make light of things. Ask her an anodyne question about any role she's played and chances are you'll find yourself nodding along to her thoughts on sex equality and sociology. She admits that she finds it impossible not to think about the impact of her work and the repercussions of her choices.

"I can only do something that my sister or my daughter, if I have one, could watch and feel positive about. That rules a lot out. I think one of the reasons I've done so much period work is because I feel so depressed by how society chooses to represent women in contemporary work. I mean, I'm sure I have a total persecution complex and I do it more than I have to, but I definitely think about it."

Not that Garai is po-faced: she laughs at herself when she mentions her persecution complex and it's best to imagine that everything she says comes with a big, good-natured beam. She really wanted to make her other upcoming role a complete "comedy bitch", despite her thoughts on the typical representation of women on screen. The bitch in question is Sylvie, a character in One Day which is one of the most anticipated films of 2011. Adapted from David Nicholl's bestselling book, the film follows the romance between Dexter and Em on the same day each year for two decades. Sylvie is Dexter's wife. "I thought there'd be a lot of fun in making her a total bitch, but [director] Lone Scherfig doesn't work in those sorts of stereotypes. The character was quite a departure for me and it was great to do comedy, I've never done anything like it before. If the filming experience is anything to go by, that film will have a lovely warmth."

When all three projects are finished, Garai is off on holiday and says that she's not sure what she's doing when she gets back. Nothing is confirmed. I wonder if it's hard to come home with nothing definite to return to and she looks baffled. "That has never occurred to me. Even if I'm not working, I've got to take my nephews to the park, play tennis. I'm a real culture vulture – I go to the theatre, exhibitions, sometimes when I'm working I feel exhausted keeping up with it all. My life is full of things without work."

Precisely what most of those things are we'll never know, as Garai has made it a policy not to talk about her private life. She was born in Hong Kong and lived there and in Singapore with her banker father and her mother – who was a journalist before Garai and her three siblings came along – until the age of eight, when her family moved to Wiltshire. Her name is simply the female version of Romulus rather than a reference to the George Eliot novel. Her siblings are Ralph, Rosie and Roxy. The surname Garai is Hungarian. Her great-grandfather was Bert Garai, who founded the Keystone Press Agency in 1924. Other than the potted family history there's little else.

"I'm not very strategic," she says. "I'm a motormouth, so if I talked about my private life you'd be here all afternoon and I'd still be talking. The only way to deal with it is not to say anything at all. There's a boundary that I've set and I don't break it."

She's happy to talk about the fact that she recently graduated from the Open University with a first in English Literature, though. She should be happy, it's no mean feat for someone with such an erratic work schedule. It took four years for her to complete.

"I wanted a degree. It's a terrible thing to admit, but sometimes I felt like just an actor. I'm a snob and I wanted a degree. I didn't want to feel like someone's slightly dumb girlfriend when I was at a dinner party with writers."

She says a natural lack of interest in the showbiz events and red carpets that come with her job has made it easy to maintain her privacy. She finds those parties complicated because people attend them for strategic reasons. "I have a fear of appearing frivolous which exerts a strong, controlling influence on me; but also, on a surface level, I just don't enjoy those parties. I was talking to an actor friend and he asked if I was going to one, he said it would be fun. I thought, if I look like total crap, will it matter? Can I get really drunk and dance like mad and talk to random strangers about bullshit and not worry about it the next day? The answer to all those questions is no; so, in my opinion, not so much fun."

Garai doesn't offer to paint the town with me when we finish talking, but she does give me a lift home, which is miles out of her way and very nice of her. Unsurprisingly, we don't talk about boys and shopping in the car. Instead we discuss the peculiar artifice of interviews. We get close to boys when we talk about journalists and actors who've hooked up, but that's it. Garai really would rather discuss ego and the importance of saying something significant. In a world far more interested in shopping than politics and in boys rather than gender politics, that can only be a very good thing.

The Crimson Petal and The White starts on BBC2 on 23 March
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Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Sugar and Spice

Debauchery and deception in Victorian London forms the background to a new mini-series based on the bestselling book The Crimson Petal and the White...

London, 1870s: I'm sitting in the Fireside Tavern with a bunch of Victorian prostitutes, writes Sally Williams. You can tell that they are prostitutes because they have got too much bosom bulging from too-tight bodices; too much hair spilling from pinned-up locks; and too much face powder on over-bright cheeks. It is a haze of taffeta and cleavage that has been recreated from snapshots of Victorian whores. Romola Garai is about to make her big entrance.

These prostitutes are extras from BBC Two's The Crimson Petal and the White, the forthcoming big-name four-hour mini-series featuring Garai, Gillian Anderson, Richard E Grant and Chris O'Dowd. Directed by Marc Munden, and adapted from Michel Faber's book of the same name, it charts the relationship between Sugar (Garai), a superior prostitute, and William Rackham (O'Dowd), a perfume magnate.

Faber's novel is a vivid Dickensian epic about lust, outsiders, class and power. It is also a brilliant work of historical accuracy. His world is furnished with extraordinary detail of the sweat, noise, filth and colour of Victorian London. He even exposed uncomfortable truths, such as the fact that the powder the prostitutes douched themselves with as a post-sex contraceptive was a horrific toxic mix. 'Michel Faber has produced the novel that Dickens might have written had he been allowed to speak freely,' one reviewer wrote.

In 2007, five years after Faber's book was published, David Thompson, the former head of BBC Films and the founder of Origin Pictures, an independent film and television production company, read a copy on holiday. He was gripped by the story of how Sugar, 19, escapes her brothel to become Rackham's mistress – and subsequently the governess for his daughter, Sophie. 'I was completely obsessed with it, completely fell in love with it,' he says. 'It shows you Victorian London in a way you have never seen before, but most of all it's a really ripping emotional yarn with incredible characters.'


Thompson approached Lucinda Coxon, a playwright and screenwriter best known for Happy Now?, which played at the National Theatre in 2008. They had worked together on The Heart of Me, a film adaptation of Rosamond Lehmann's novel. And Coxon knew all about Crimson Petal as she had been approached for the film adaptation.

'That didn't work out and when I reread Crimson Petal I was astonished by it. I had a much bigger emotional response. It's partly that one grows up a bit, but probably the main thing that had happened to me in the meantime was that my daughter had got much older. When I first read the book she was a baby, and suddenly the last third of the book, where Sugar is involved with Rackham's daughter, made so much more sense to me.'

The result is that Coxon has made parenting the prism. 'I think it's a story full of people looking for mothers,' she says. Sugar is damaged by her mother, and so is Rackham (his ran away); Sophie is neglected – we don't even discover Rackham has a child until about halfway through the novel; and Mrs Emmeline Fox, Dr Curlew's daughter, who volunteers for the Rescue Society, a charity that helps to reform prostitutes, becomes a sort of a mother to the fallen women.

But what about the sex? Crimson is a huge story; a great read. But it's so filthy. Faber never resorts to softcore euphemisms such as 'manhood' or 'member'. 'Sex is hardcore,' Faber commented in an interview. 'It should be hardcore. I can't see the point of having a pink-tinged, fluffy version of sex.'

Won't nice, wholesome BBC Two viewers be horrified? 'When I had that conversation early on with the BBC, they said, "Oh, don't worry about that," ' Coxon recalls. 'When you're looking at a book that big, and one so full of complications, the last thing you worry about is whether or not you can see an erect penis.' Ben Stephenson, the controller of BBC drama commissioning, emphasises the point. 'We want Crimson to be sexy and dark and driven by psychology. Period drama like you've never seen it before.'

Coxon is not as explicitly carnal as the novel, nor as vile (there is one very disturbing scene in the novel involving Rackham and 'twin' girls). But Sugar and Rackham do work through a varied menu, and the sex is mostly hoggish with lots of close-ups on Sugar's eyes. The point is to show that she is calculating how to get the most of her latest victim.

'I didn't want it to become prurient,' Coxon says. ' "Oh, the awful things these prostitutes suffer. Come and have a look at one of them now! Oh, it's disgusting!" ' Sugar, she says, is not as compliant as her clients would like to believe. 'There's an exciting tension between her brain and her abasement, and that's partly because she has engineered that. She is manipulating other people so they can force her into something that she has already anticipated.'

Back at the Fireside, which is in fact Wilton's, a Victorian music hall in east London ('We're not in Cranford land,' Grant Montgomery, the production designer, says. 'St Giles, the area where Sugar lived, was a kind of Devil's Acre – the police wouldn't go there unless they were armed'), there's a blast of cold air as the door swings open and Romola Garai walks in. She looks extraordinary. Her pale porcelain skin is set off by a slate-grey dress; her long, long limbs and high-crowned hat elongate her so her 5ft 9in looks about 6ft 3in. Her back is straight, her head held high and her lips are cracked with a special paste that she says is amazing because you can flake it off on camera to make it look like real eczema. The whole effect – the red hair, the height, the fair eyelashes, the flaking lips – is ethereal and other-worldly, and of course makes all the other prostitutes look like squat toads.

'I wanted her to stand out,' Jacqueline Fowler, the make-up designer, says. 'I didn't want anybody else to be red-headed. I broke a lot of rules in what you would do [with a leading lady]. All the little flaws that people have, I actually wanted to play on – like not tinting any eyelashes, and I didn't want to have any blusher or red lipstick.'

Garai's performance is electric. One minute she's flinty, cold-eyed and dangerous; the next she looks ravishing, cheeks flushed and red curls swirling around her face. You really believe she is capable of calculation. 'We did audition a lot of actresses, but she's got a very great mastery of the complexity of the part,' Thompson says. 'She brings a lot of nuance, a lot of subtlety, a great intelligence and she is also very beautiful. It's very hard to find one actor with a combination of all these things.'

When I meet Garai she explains that she has played lots of period heroines (As You Like It, Atonement, Emma) and is loving this because it is so different. 'Normally with costume dramas everyone is going, "Oooh, it looks so beautiful." And they get married in the end. This is not like that at all.'

Crimson requires her to go topless, have sex in compromising positions and squat over a bowl. Did she struggle with that? 'Well, on the one hand you have all this guff about it being a strong, amazing part, but if your tits are out for 25 minutes at the beginning, you think, how do you play it? But Lucinda's attitude to the sex is something I felt very comfortable with. She makes it very clear in her script that Sugar is not racked with ecstasy. It's a job and she's very good at it, but it's as a result of child abuse and let's not be coy about that.'

So what will Faber make of it? 'I don't think that anyone could reasonably claim that The Crimson Petal is one of those guided tours of a tourist 19th century, where you go to look at all the pretty costumes,' he observed of his novel soon after it was published. This four-part series may not make historical sense, but in its aim to shake the good manners of costume drama, it does Faber proud.

The Crimson Petal and the White starts on BBC Two on March 16
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