I'm an exiled Scouser, living in the Midlands. A mum of two, with a couple of degrees in design and animation. I spend my life juggling work, home, school and after school stuff plus everything else that goes along with all of that. Introduction over and hello!
The idea behind this venture is to prompt myself to either draw or write, daily. Will it work? I don't know, but I'm going to try. It will be a random collection of interest and work, hopefully. So what am I obsessed with at the moment? Read on to see...
The penultimate episode of Peaky Blinders has aired and I had a horrible feeling through most of it that it was heading, full pelt, to take a running jump over a shark. Tommy performing surgery on the dinning room table to remove a bullet from vengeful Linda's upper arm; Arthur's Ramboesque destruction of the Titanic gang in Poplar was definitely heading towards the silly and then came the scene in the asylum.
At first I feared we were now heading for full on Silence of the Lambs, and Tommy Shelby is no Clarice Starling. The whole scene was beautifully played between Cillian Murphy and Cosmo Jarvis, a great piece of writing and the atmosphere was an unnerving cross between menacing and intimate, as Barney and Tommy edged closer and closer together. The dialogue below was particularly moving.
Tommy: "You're in here, Barney. You have no hands. There's no daylight. And you don't want to die."
Sam Claflin’s speech clarifying Oswald Mosley's terrifying fascist philosophy was a wonderful performance, even if the Hitler hand gestures might have been a goose step too far. I dearly hope that next weeks finale does depart from reality and deranged sniper Barney puts a bullet in Mosley's head, even if history tells us otherwise. I can picture blood and brains splattering across Tommy's perfectly still face, but we'll have to wait and see, maybe the Peaky Blinders will get to fight in the Battle of Cable street.
I don't think Alfie Solomons is suddenly going to turn up next week, alive and kicking, to call Mosley a c**t, although it is a twist that the writers have pulled with both Arthur and his wife and Tom Hardy would milk it for all he is worth. Cancer and Tommy's gun finished him off at the end of the previous series on an isolated sandy beach. And besides, Tommy has his dog Cyril and I don't think Alfie would have been parted from him were he still alive.
Tommy is definitely a dead man walking and whilst he has to see out this series and one more, until the first air raid siren of WWII sounds over his beloved Brum, I don't think he's going to succumb to old age in a verdant garden, reminiscent of his anti-heroic forebears from the The Godfather.
The soundtrack, as always was absolutely spot on. Joy Division played during the Peter's funeral, made be shiver.
Final episode of the series is next week and I, for one, cannot wait.
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