A housebroken adaptation I shouldn't hate this, since it introduced me to the brilliant world of James Herriot. Still, after reading the books and watching the original TV show, I can hardly bear this one. It's a housebroken, anachronistic, slightly feministic adaptation, which won't stand the test of time.
It must be mere arrogance, when screenwriters think they can ignore so much of the original material, which was written by one of the best storytellers ever. The screenwriters fail to grasp what is most exciting about Herriot books: animal work itself, harsh conditions, weather, old cars, drafty barns, eccentric characters. Instead they offer us cheap melodrama with characters that are altered beyond recognition. I'm particularly offended on Siegfried's behalf. Herriot's Siegfried is one of my favourite literary characters, he's laugh-out-loud funny. Why change him?
If featured, the best Herriot moments are mostly watered down, like James and Helen having a date at the Reniston.
Season 3 highlights the massive problems. It offers us several episodes with practically no Herriot plotlines. We're given a questionable WW1 flashback, tiring family drama, lame individualistic wondering of "who I really am" and endless brooding over joining the army. Many important Herriot supporting characters, like Mallock and Mr Barge, are crammed in one episode. Florence and Tristan have no chemistry at all and some extremely 21st century dialogue snaps you right out of the story. Even Mrs Pumphrey has ceased to be quirky.
Mr Harcourt from the ministry of agriculture is one of the few highlights of season 3, great acting. Mallock is ok, better than might have been expected. I find Mrs Hall's position in Skeldale house very anachronistic, but the actress is great and has a good scene at a railway station. In this scene diverse casting also offers a meaningful moment, despite starting in an in your face preachy way.
The show looks fantastic and I'm unable to dislike the cast. When you think of what this could have been, such a waste.