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Have you been watching ... Brooklyn Nine몭Nine?
Have you been watching ... Brooklyn Nine몭Nine?
Have you been watching ... Brooklyn Nine몭Nine?
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Graeme Virtue
Fri 28 Mar 2014 06.34 EDT
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in True Detective.
Each of these shows has its own distinct merits, but apart from the occasional
rubbery faced reaction shot from Bradley Walsh in L&O: UK, none could be
described as a laugh riot. Even Channel 4's much-trumpeted, Danny Boyle-directed
pilot for Babylon – a prickly, satirical helicopter-view of the Met encompassing
everything from doofus bobbies on the beat to spineless spin doctors – wasn't really
that funny. Ambitiously conceived and stylishly shot, yes, but hardly a LOLcano.
(OK, there was a good gag about gluten-free Pom-Bear crisps, but that's about it.)
That's perhaps why it's so easy to fall for the siren song of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, E4's
low-stakes, pop-savvy workplace sitcom that just happens to be set in a Brooklyn
police precinct. The first season recently concluded in the US with a mild ratings
uptick to 2.6m viewers, apparently enough for Fox to order a second season. In
truth, it would have been a crime if Brooklyn Nine-Nine hadn't been
recommissioned, especially after it triumphed over more-established rivals to win
two Golden Globes in January (Best TV Comedy Actor for Andy Samberg's
performance as Jake Peralta – an immature braggart who also happens to be a gifted
and intuitive detective – and Best TV Comedy). It must have seemed like kismet for
E4, which had already scheduled Brooklyn Nine-Nine to launch the week after the
ceremony. Three months in, it has performed well, but I'm hoping that positive word
of mouth – and E4's habit of repeating the show all over the place – will push it
toward even greater prominence.
While it's unlikely that people will ever pore over Samberg's response to a teen
vandal who claims to be an immortal Highlander the same way that True Detective
fans obsess over references to the Yellow King, I like the way Brooklyn Nine-Nine
consistently comes up with robust, ripely comedic plots and then buffs up every
crackerjack line to an arresting chrome shine. It also comes in easily digestible half-
hour chunks, which can feel like a blessed relief when you're staring down the barrel
of another feature-length episode of Endeavour.
Peralta is the smartass precinct golden boy – the Mahoney, essentially – who has his
larky fiefdom disrupted by the arrival of a new authority figure. Captain Holt, played
by Homicide: Life on the Street veteran Andre Braugher, is buttoned-up, exacting
and exceptionally intimidating, the legacy of being a gay black man trying to make it
as a cop in the 1970s. Braugher's immovable deadpan expression in the face of even
the most ridiculous squad-room hijinks is Brooklyn Nine-Nine's most reliable source
of laughs. A forthcoming episode where the usually imperturbable Holt becomes
addicted to a silly match-three mobile game called Cwazy Cupcakes – a regrettable
situation that requires him to repeatedly utter the phrase "Cwazy Cupcakes" –
immobilised me more effectively than a Taser-and-tear-gas special.
Despite the Brooklyn setting, there aren't that many jokes about hipsters, although
the klutzy Boyle (manic-stare-and-pratfall-expert Joe Lo Truglio) is a committed
gourmand who spins out almost hypnotic roll calls of artisan ingredients and
sophisticated dishes when he's not stubbing his toe or tumbling down fire escapes.
In fact, Brooklyn Nine-Nine doesn't seem particularly interested in mocking its
setting, or even the cops in general – it's more concerned with how our unavoidable
interactions with colleagues and co-workers can pirouette from wishing them a slow
and painful death to cathartic affection in a microsecond, depending on the
demands of each working day. It's a show with real heart. And Highlander jokes.
Still not convinced? Think of it as Parks and Recreation with more handcuffs. That
sounds sexy, right?
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