Broadchurch: Season 1 (2013)
Broadchurch is one of several recent television series inspired by Twin Peaks’ fusion of grisly procedural with ethereal atmospherics. Set in a small town on the Dorset coast, it revolves around the murder of a young boy, and subsequent investigation by local Detective Sergeant Ellie Miller (Olivia Colman) and Detective Sergeant Alec Hardy (David Tennant), who’s brought down from London. As might be expected, the texture of the town and surrounding landscape plays a major role, but not in a conventional or regular way. For the first couple of episodes, it’s pitched at a melodramatic, even operatic level, not dissimilar to some of the more reflective sequences in the first season of The Killing. For a short while, that feels a little forced, but it quickly disperses into a quite striking evocation of the affective tissue of the town, which becomes more tangible and corporeal as the series progresses. In particular, directors James Strong and Euros Lyn favor extremely wide, low shots, hugging the ground or floor to conjure up a single, undulating affective surface, which ripples throughout the series with a thrillingly musical presence, making the continuous, high-pitched, heartrending score almost unnecessary. On top of that, most of the scenes are somewhat overexposed, meaning that, like the characters, we’re continually forced to squint through refracted light, even at night, to the point where the entire mise-en-scene feels liquid, or crystal. It’s no surprise, then, that the ocean plays such a critical forensic role in the investigation, nor is it a surprise that its Colman’s best role to date, since there’s something about the way her face registers and reconfigures feeling that works well here – her responses are oceanic, always threatening to collapse her features under the weight of their own torrential apprehension. And as Peep Show and The Office made clear, that can also makes her a quite startling comic presence - her rapport with David Tennant teeters the show precipitously between comedy and tragedy, often in a single conversation, as if the ever-circulating swathe of feeling were too voracious to ever commit to one register for too long.