Peter Capaldi, the erstwhile Malcolm Tucker and the new Dr Who, would have been comfortable surveying the script for this. But too late, it’s probably already cast. Because it’s already “in development” as we speak, although, perhaps surprisingly, as a TV show, rather than a theatrical release, for Leonardo Di Caprio’s production company.
Time travel. Swearing. Grizzly homicide. All the stuff Capaldi would have loved. But he’ll have to make do with The Doctor for now.
Although Soutrh African writer Lauren Beukes’ has published a novel it is really a script in disguise.
But what a script.
It’s breathtakingly original in its concept and deftly played in its exposition.
Bit by bit the plot gives itself to you as you try to disentangle the hideous crimes of a man drawn to murder by some form of malevolent force that bases itself in a run down Chicago neighbourhood, but feasts itself on the antihero’s thirst for girls that ‘shine’.
Special girls who often ‘display’ as children, but thankfully don’t face the music until early adulthood.
Beukes’ antihero is certainly of Harrisian horrendousnes.
Lector would have approved.
Some of the killings are really quite graphic, others matter of fact. All part of a plan. And all subtly linked.
Unlike most serial killers who have time against them (only a matter of it before detection) this one has it on his side as he skips, almost blithely from decade to decade, day to day.
Out to get this bastard is sassy, spiky, frankly odd, journalistic intern Kirby who drives her mentor/boss wild with desire but enviable restraint is observed on his part (mostly).
She, a near fatal victim, but a remarkable escapee from Harper, the aforementioned fucker upper of young girls’ lives; out for revenge. He, an ex alcoholic, divorcee with too much life under the bridge. Sure, it’s a cliche but Beukes just about gets away with it. (Certainly their relationship is the weakest aspect of the novel and threatens to overwhelm a badly directed screen version.)
However, in the main dialogue is good (scripty).
Character development is decent, but hardly Dickensian.
Nevertheless the whole is decidedly superior.
Gripping, pacy, original and sufficiently distasteful to give you the taste for more.
I liked it.