Supplies some answers to the timely question "How did the Brits rule India if they can't handle an 85° 'heat wave'?" We didn't pay this one much mind when it was on PBS back in 2015 (probably at 9 pm on Sunday opposite GoT or some such unmissable delight...). The gold standard for a show like this that's set during the waning years of the British raj (1932-5 in this case) is clearly The Jewel in the Crown, and Indian Summers doesn't have the epic sweep of the latter, nor was screenwriter Paul Rutland, who first came to India as an English teacher in the 90s, a witness to all that history like Paul Scott. Nevertheless, Summers is an involving psychological drama with some of the trappings of an old-fashioned ripping yarn like a late Dickens novel, maybe Bleak House, especially toward the end of season 2, when that s___ starts to get real.
Nikesh Patel (Starstruck) and Henry Lloyd-Hughes (Killing Eve) are perfectly cast as our hero and antihero--Aafrin Dalal, an ambitious Parsi "clark" who's mentored and befriended by Ralph Whelan, the viceroy's private secretary, a cold-hearted fixer from an old India family (a glowering portrait of Great-uncle Toby, who "was shoved down a well by sepoys in the Mutiny," looks down from a wall of the ancestral bungalow). Julie Walters is scarily good as Cynthia Coffin, upholder of "British values" and the color line at the Royal Simla Club, on the settlement's highest hill, and though gorgeous Jemima West may seem a little too awesome and empowered to play fragile Alice Whelan, much put upon by her brother and awful husband (again, like a Dickens or Wilkie Collins heroine), she and Nikesh Patel make a fine pair of star-crossed lovers after the sparks start to fly.
The writing has a contemporary, post-colonial POV that doesn't hold back in depicting the arrogance, bigotry and cruelty of the sahibs and mems at the Simla hill station, "the summer capital" of the raj, but at the same time Rutland and his co-writers aren't too proud to indulge in some old-school OTT melodrama--long-buried family secrets, children of mysterious paternity, a self-sacrificing "tragic mulata" (IRL gorgeous ½ Ashkenazi, ½ Indian Amber Rose Revah), a suave maharajah with a jeweled turban and an Oxbridge accent (Art Malik from TJitC, no less), a sneering bad guy who does everything but twirl his wispy little mustache, and finally a welcome bit of karmic payback in the series closer.
The show was filmed in Penang, Malaysia (another former outpost of the Crown, though the majestic backdrop of the Himalayas had TBD'd with CGI), and I LOl'd when a monkey moseyed across the verandah during some very intense goings-on in the foreground. Admittedly the quality of the writing falls off a little when creator Paul Rutland hands over the scriptwriting chores to others halfway through S2, plus TIL from "Trivia" that the five seasons originally planned were cut down to two, so the closer has to struggle to tie off the various subplots before the credits roll.
TL;DR: It's great! Watch it! Available via the PBS channel on Amazon Prime.