BBC Wales is looking up…

I just watched Crash, the latest offering from BBC Wales, the people who previously brought you gratuitous shag-fest with ultra-cool futureweapons; Torchwood. Based on a somewhat more believable premise than “these are the people who secretly defend us from aliens from a base in Cardiff, Crash is the screen drama of the introduction of newly qualified med students into the world of actual you’reabigboynow doctoring.  Put like that it sounds like Scrubs set in wales, but it’s far from it.  It’s as funny as getting run over by a clown in a Humvee, and it actually seems to be quite reasonably financed and written, being both fairly realistic and at times genuinely gripping.

I sat watching it for the first 20 minutes thinking I could predict what would happen, as if watching an episode of the painfully predictable Casualty spin off, Holby City. As I watched, each med student got a little worked up, and gradually started to get used to what they were doing, and I sat a played video games as the programme lulled me into a false sense of security.

The programme went on, one student said a patient who died a quarter of an hour ago would be “up and about in no time”, another wimped out of a crashed patients resuscitation, another claimed her patient had no veins, and the leadershippy cock reassurred them all it was ok, before going to check on his Psych case who needed to see a psychiatrist.  Then all the shit in world hit some kind of reverse wind farm type fan as the patient the young doctor had been arguing for a psych consult for all day stabbed him, leaving him bleeding on the floor, for his housemate on the crash team to deal with.

So, it took me by surprise and slapped me back from the edge of WoW, and left me with one profound thought as I watched the dead doctor’s housemate sit down by the bottle of champagne they had left out at home to celebrate their first day.

What must the guy who played the dead doctor have thought when he first read the script?

“Hold up.  I die in the first episode?”

“I fucking die in the first fucking epi-fucking-sode?”

“What the fuck?? I’ve cleared my schedules for the next 8 weeks!”

Anyway, BBC Wales is looking up, and I say that from my bedroom which overlooks one of the Torchwood locations.  I bloody hate Torchwood.

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