It's a Sugarcoat! After being severely hyped by various mainstream media outlets for years prior to showing, I was eagerly awaiting and had high hopes for this series.
Having been aware of but not having seen any of Russell T. Davies's seminal work before (Queer as Folk's influence was so great at the time it was next-day playground talk among my schoolfriends in the early 00s), I had no reference point so arrived with a completely open mind.
Disappointingly, it's a derivative and sanitised.
Riffing on and ripping off multiple aspects (and scenes) from the soapy and groundbreaking 90s BBC drama This Life, this is supposed to be a serious, unashamed look at gay London life in the 80s, but turns out to be yet another load of sugar-coated, modernised inconsequence. I hoped for better from Davies, considering his pedigree and that he clearly has good intentions.
Where's the anger, the edge? Doesn't he remember how society and especially the press treated gay men during the AIDS crisis? I wasn't even alive at the time but even I know!
Ignoring the obvious anachronisms (and there are many, including throughout the props and set), most of the characters have modern and 'social media mannerisms', which are completely out of place for the era. I half-expected them to be whipping out their Polaroid to snap food pictures.
Not only that, but the characters are, as usual, your typical middle-class, well-off cliches swanning around without any real life troubles. There's also subtle-as-an-iceberg telegraphing in the plot.
What continually grates is that if anyone working class is shown, they're always one type, as if working class or whatever means you have to be an Albert Square cardboard cutout character. Don't they know anyone from these backgrounds and just assume we all speak and act the same?
Same tried and tested story: suffocated, misunderstood small town kid escapes for liberating city life (but with the AIDS backdrop). Why did they decided to use such obvious, tired tropes to tell a story which should've been told 25 years ago? I guess that's what you have to do to get a primetime slot on Channel 4 nowadays. Channel 4, by the way, is the once edgy channel which has morphed its schedule into utter tripe and blandness over the last few decades.
The mainstream press made a fuss about the 'episode one sex scene', which actually made me laugh. It plays out is like A Clockwork Orange done by some internet cash-grabber selling racy pictures. OK, credit where it's due, it's presented in a refreshingly upbeat and guilt-free light, but it's also completely devoid of reality and eroticism.
Much fuss was also made about pop band frontman Olly Alexander's (of Years and Years, a very mainstream band with somewhat artistic credentials) big leading role but I feel like he could do so much better with experience. He just plays himself (and far too 2020).
A few other big names turn up to 'play themselves', rather than getting into character.
The soundtrack also plays the over-heard 80s pop hits. Where's the stuff that was really played in Heaven at the time?
I suddenly got it: this show isn't for people who've lived through - and in - the inescapable (even today) shadow of the AIDS crisis; this is for your average viewer, sanitised and sugarcoated, without any of the real drama involved.
Following the pre-release press coverage about the show with great anticipation, a radio show interviewed a called handler from a British gay men's switchboard at the time and it struck me that would've made a much more interesting starting point for this series. Imagine if it had been told from the switchboard operator's POV (and the characters connected to the calls from it) as the crisis slowly unfolds?
Ultimately, there IS a story to be told here, but it's not this. This is just too bland and derivative, no matter how noble the creators' intensions.
If you're interested in this era, I recommend seeking a documentary from the time called '40 Minutes: The London Lighthouse'. There, you can see the real stories and people on the frontline, and get a feeling of how devastating it was (and realise how bland this is).