Black Doves

This was a good enough little miniseries, though it seems that it may not be this mini as more may come. I'm not sure more is needed or even wanted, but the two leads are very good and both are entertaining, so if there is more, there are a lot worse things that could happen. It's a spy thriller, along with various love stories, and it is the latter that sort of works best as the spying stuff is a bit convoluted with spies & killers popping up from anywhere & everywhere at any time, and sometimes I just stopped trying to follow the entire path and just enjoy the moment. These two genres frequently clash and this series does not lack action.

While this is not his finest moment, I've always been a fan of Ben Whishaw. He is so very talented, it amazes me how long he has mostly worked under the radar, Bond aside. His role here is a bit unique being a leading man who is a gay killer. I've always liked Keira Knightley when out of corsets. I find her to be at her best with more lighthearted fare. This isn't that, but the way it's played, it almost is and she is good here. I don't recall ever seeing her in such a kickass mode before, but she's good at it. There are a few other good performances in this most notably Ella Lily Hyland as one of the endless deadly spies, young as she may be. She is a hoot. Sarah Lancashire Is effectively ominous & mysterious while Andrew Buchan, the only person I've mentioned not killing people, as Knightley's sincerely kind, nice and honest husband is excellently gentle & warm. Just imagine a series in which the nicest person in it is an important politician! He is a true sweetheart. Much like a gay killer, you don't see this much either.

This is a bit of fun and I suppose if there is more, I might watch, but if that is two years from now, I kinda doubt it.

Black Doves is an entertaining spy thriller that delivers plenty of style and intrigue, even if it doesn't quite hit the mark or reach its full potential. It's great to see Keira Knightley take on something different, stepping outside her usual characters, and she brings charisma and edge to the role. The series has some genuinely funny moments and a sleek, polished look, but it does ask you to suspend disbelief, a lot, sometimes too much.

The conveniently empty London streets and mass shootouts stretch credibility to breaking point, making it hard to take seriously at times. But if you're after a bit of silly, stylish entertainment with a strong lead performance and some gripping sequences, Black Doves does the job just fine.

It's one of those common entertainments where you can't really criticise the acting and the production values are pretty much flawless. It starts off really well. You think you are about to be absorbed and seduced by a complex spy thriller. But John Le Carre it is not. Instead you soon realise that it's neither serious nor funny. As is so often the case these days it's the paucity of the story that is the problem. It has quirky characters and indeed characters with all the charm and conversational wit one expects of psychopaths. They could be related to Eve from Killing Eve but these are poor cousins and don't really add up well on the scale of DNA psychopath inheritance. It's a comic book caricature of a spy thriller with a storyline that relies on a thin plot and frequent action scenes to fill the spaces. Sadly disappointing, it could have been really good.

I was set to jot down a few words about "Black Doves", the Netflix spy thriller starring Keira Knightley, Ben Whishaw, and Sarah Lancashire, three actors I adore, when a conversation with a friend helped crystallize my thoughts (and subsequently cannibalize his). He described it as "fun and entertaining, but the emotional, realistic aspects of the story didn't work harmoniously with the unrealistic action," and that's a perfect summary. I may have enjoyed it a bit more than he did, but there's no denying the tonal discord. It probably would have played better back in December when it dropped, given its Christmas setting. That said, it was worth it by the end when comic goddess and legend, Tracey Ullman, appears as the villain, looking and sounding divine.

It's a strange mix of quality. I don't need a genre to stick to one thing, so the tonal variety doesn't bother me-but the execution? That's another story. The camera work and acting? Top-notch. The set design and writing? Not so much. Okay, maybe not *terrible*, but definitely weak. The vibe I got was: "People are dumb; they won't question this."

They'll imply a bomb with some visual cliché or stage a massive public murder, and-surprise!-no cops show up. Just our sly sleuth protagonist poking around for clues like it's a murder mystery brunch. It's the kind of lazy stuff that makes a pedant want to cry.

That said, if you can shush the little voice in your head whispering, "That's not how the world works," you might actually enjoy yourself.