BBC’s gangland period drama Peaky Blinders rolled onto British screens in September 2013 with the subtlety of a chimp at a dinner party, the style of a Kennedy and the swagger of a man who’s just banged both the Olsen twins. Coarse and profane it sketched a bleak yet beautiful postwar Britain and recounted the tale of the damaged brutalised men who returned home to wreak the violence of Verdun and the Somme on the streets of Digbeth and Small Heath. The audacious land grabs of Blinders’ linchpin Tommy Shelby, the machinations of his nemesis Chief Inspector Chester Campbell and the travails of the sundry malnourished Brummie lackbrains form a potent brew likely to boil over at any time.
TV critic James Donaghy guides you through all 18 episodes of the first three series – 20,000 words of pain, lust, betrayal, slippery accents and puerile nicknames.They offer the truest interpretation yet of Stephen Knight’s vision, Tommy Shelby’s pain and Grace’s shitty singing.
To prospective readers: PLEASE do not read if you dislike puerile humour, have any common decency or concern for your fellow man. This will not be your thing. The rest of you scumbags: have at it.
TV critic James Donaghy guides you through all 18 episodes of the first three series – 20,000 words of pain, lust, betrayal, slippery accents and puerile nicknames.They offer the truest interpretation yet of Stephen Knight’s vision, Tommy Shelby’s pain and Grace’s shitty singing.
To prospective readers: PLEASE do not read if you dislike puerile humour, have any common decency or concern for your fellow man. This will not be your thing. The rest of you scumbags: have at it.
