I love the way this series extends the stories instead of rushing through them in an hour. I'm not so forgiving of the tendency to over-dramatise and change the storyline. I'm sure there wasn't a creche in the Davies or Gambon versions - or the book! And a creche in a drab part of town, where the kids live in a tiny flat?
Explanation: Dr Gouin operates on poor children for nothing because he "loves humanity". But he hates children and doesn't want them around. Women all fall in love with him, but he doesn't hide the fact that he's a total a***hole. So he saves these children's lives - but where are their parents? And why - since he loves humanity rather than human beings - doesn't he give them to an orphanage? Doesn't the state have a system?
Despite the fantastic locations (MUST the assistente practice the cello in a ballroom?), convincing rubbish and grime, and superb acting, the story does not stand up.
And whoosh, round the corner comes that convenient speeding car...
I'm loving the series, but going back to the books to find out what really happened.
It's a shame they tinkered with the stories in order to create (melo)dramatic situations. With the original perpetrator, the title made sense - here it doesn't at all. See the Davies version and watch Peggy Thorpe-Bates (yes, Mrs Rumpole) play a blinder.
Explanation: Dr Gouin operates on poor children for nothing because he "loves humanity". But he hates children and doesn't want them around. Women all fall in love with him, but he doesn't hide the fact that he's a total a***hole. So he saves these children's lives - but where are their parents? And why - since he loves humanity rather than human beings - doesn't he give them to an orphanage? Doesn't the state have a system?
Despite the fantastic locations (MUST the assistente practice the cello in a ballroom?), convincing rubbish and grime, and superb acting, the story does not stand up.
And whoosh, round the corner comes that convenient speeding car...
I'm loving the series, but going back to the books to find out what really happened.
It's a shame they tinkered with the stories in order to create (melo)dramatic situations. With the original perpetrator, the title made sense - here it doesn't at all. See the Davies version and watch Peggy Thorpe-Bates (yes, Mrs Rumpole) play a blinder.