I’ve watched EastEnders since I can remember.
Arthur Fowler washing knives and forks, you bitch / you cow, a spinning bow tie, Saskia’s death by ashtray, you’re not my muvva, slip on shoes, earrings, Wellard, Willie, and Lady Di, a few different Bens, a couple of Laurens and one Ian Beale.
And more - Matthew Rose put through the ringer by Steve Owen, Max and Tanya clinging on to a Nick Cave soundtrack as their marriage crumbled, Janine Butcher staring out at the sky as her grandmother died, Billy Mitchell raging at a terrified group of tube passengers after learning his daughter would be born with Down’s Syndrome. Poor, tragic Whitney Dean, terrified, climbing out of a first floor window and running away from something awful.
And it’s still too soon to talk to me about Danielle.
It’s safe to say that it’s a big part of my life, which sounds pretty pathetic to type, and believe me, the last thing I want to be doing on a Saturday morning is writing this.
I care too much, and I want to still be caring about EastEnders in ten years. Because, when it is good, it is excellent.
But annoyingly, it’s a bit directionless at the moment. No, it’s an utter mess.
I can say that, safe in the knowledge that this is an anonymous post. I wouldn’t dream for a second of criticising the hard work of the talented writers, directors and the fantastic cast.
All the right notes are there. They’re just being played in the wrong order.
I’m not going to bang on about bins, and driving lessons, and who the hell is Eddie and what does he have to do with any of this. Those are just tiny missteps compared with things going on elsewhere in the Square.
Let’s start with the current most compelling storyline. Lee’s depression. The decision has been made to set a portion of his struggle away from home.
There he was last night in the call centre, with his jacket slashed by that loathsome colleague and the constant spectre of his grim faced boss hanging over him.
Much like young Eddie’s stabbing and subsequent funeral, it’s a storyline that would have benefitted taking place on the square, with people we already know.
It always unusual to leave Walford, but the decision to do so in this case reveals what that the residents of E20 are missing. A convincing villain. Somebody to turn the screws on Lee - a figure who amplifies his alienation and struggle with ultimately forgivable and understandable motives of his own.
If you can’t tell the story with the existing pieces of the jigsaw, something is going badly wrong with your jigsaw. He said, mixing his metaphors.
It’s especially frustrating, as Lee (with the exception of Phil, more on him in a bit) seems to be the only character battling with his demons and going through something horrible, with all the terrible secrets that go along with it.
Let’s move on to a story that is oh so incredibly similar. Jay. Longtime favourite for many - tragic life, downward spiral, but bags of common sense and a wise old head on young shoulders. He’s being put through the mill and rejected by those around him. And here he is like Lee, with distant, unknowable outside influences being the cause of the mess he finds himself in.
The only surprising thing about this whole mess was the badly fudged ending, with Phil taking him to the police to grass up his underdeveloped drug dealer nemesis (which would never happen, sorry), and then his subsequent readmission back into the Mitchell house like he Phil never even suspected him of trying to corrupt his daughter.
It’s smacks of a storyline being quickly dispatched for an easy resolution, when we all know what should have happened is Ben and Jay resolving it between them by finally grabbing that gun they claimed to have disposed of two years ago and subjecting that drug dealer to some East End style gang land justice - Louise getting caught in the crossfire, but Jay valiantly saving her by taking a bullet to the leg for his troubles. Then, and only then would Phil would croak an invite back into his house.
Lauren. What is Lauren doing in a house with the couple who pinned the murder of their daughter (and her best mate) on her own beloved Dad (yes, it’s complicated, but no - she loves him)? I have no idea either. And neither does the show, because as much as they try to spin it - it’s a decision that doesn’t stand up to even the tiniest bit of scrutiny. How many bedrooms does Dot’s place have? Why hasn’t rich Uncle Jack stepped in to sort her somewhere to live? One of those flats perhaps?
What should be happening is Lauren working to secure the downfall of the Beales from within, while her dad waits in the wings, ready to take everything they own. Because really - what are you doing in that bloody house???
Abi. What are you doing Abi? Why haven't you got a boyfriend off of Tinder? Why aren’t you obsessively stalking someone? You seem like the type. Scare me. You know you want to.
Max. Come back home with a new family. Teenage daughters. Cat, pigeons.
Patrick. Rudolph Walker is the finest actor on the show. Watching his performance subtly change each week as he recovered from his stroke was a masterclass. But that storyline did nothing to help him interact with other characters. You need something, but what? If you can’t think of anything, then you’re gonna have to go. Will you go head to head with Phil? That might be interesting.
Sharon, Kathy and Shirl. Why are you friends? You can’t all have him you know…
And Kathy - you’re back now - but god you’re dull. Do something.
Mick and Linda. Where are you heading? What will the Carter family be without two of their kids, a second rate Johnny, and no finely mapped out three year story that pushes you to the brink before bringing you all back together? What happened to the idea of Mick being nice almost to the point of self destruction? Surely there’s more mileage in that?
Stacey. Those mood stabilisers are working too well. We’ve got too many characters with common sense - and your current display of it goes against years of finely judged mania. Why aren't you jeopardising the family life you have with some dreadful decisions? Why are too many characters in this show providing a well meaning shoulder to cry on?
Phil. You’re going to live. We all know that. Now do something interesting before you get there, like trying to atone for all the hell you’ve put everyone through by going out there and making some friends with people and doing something good. Become Scrooge on Christmas morning.
Kush. I want to see you making a stupid decision about your life while watching another man bring up your son. I want more horrible things to happen to you. I want more death and destruction reaped on you, and I want to see you break.
Jane. Why aren’t you having therapy? Why aren't you having an affair with your physiotherapist? Why aren’t you sat in that house on your own everyday, looking out of the window starting to suspect that horrible things are going on under your nose. A murder perhaps? Are you going mad, or is something happening? Has somebody done something awful? Are you a witness to something, or are you re-living what you did on that tragic night a few years ago.
Kat Slater - please come back and do all the wrong things with your life so we can gawp at you like a slow motion car crash. Ride a milk float back into the square. Save us with your chaos.
What I want to see more than anything though is a new family, with a dense, intricate story, which runs for three years. We saw it work with the Carters, we saw it work with the Brannings, and we saw it work before them with the Slaters.
Actors leave, and as a result, family stories are reduced to those that have stuck around with diminishing returns. Create a new one from existing parts like you’ve done brilliantly with Stacy and Martin, or bring a new one in. Build them around key characters like Whitney, the same way the Carters sprung to life from Shirley’s backstory.
Give us a villain. Give us a new family. Maybe two. Give us a focus. Give us a mystery. Give us some of those incredible two handers you’ve not done in years. Stop clinging on to families that have ceased to be families. Give us a cliffhanger so unexpected and earth shattering we can’t believe what we’re watching. Focus: where will your character be in a year, two years, three? Pick up an episode where you left off once in a while. Give us a horrible secret waiting to be revealed. A tape waiting to be played. Give us a reason to watch for two hours a week.
Give us a show that everybody is talking about.
Cheers,
Peach
Arthur Fowler washing knives and forks, you bitch / you cow, a spinning bow tie, Saskia’s death by ashtray, you’re not my muvva, slip on shoes, earrings, Wellard, Willie, and Lady Di, a few different Bens, a couple of Laurens and one Ian Beale.
And more - Matthew Rose put through the ringer by Steve Owen, Max and Tanya clinging on to a Nick Cave soundtrack as their marriage crumbled, Janine Butcher staring out at the sky as her grandmother died, Billy Mitchell raging at a terrified group of tube passengers after learning his daughter would be born with Down’s Syndrome. Poor, tragic Whitney Dean, terrified, climbing out of a first floor window and running away from something awful.
And it’s still too soon to talk to me about Danielle.
It’s safe to say that it’s a big part of my life, which sounds pretty pathetic to type, and believe me, the last thing I want to be doing on a Saturday morning is writing this.
I care too much, and I want to still be caring about EastEnders in ten years. Because, when it is good, it is excellent.
But annoyingly, it’s a bit directionless at the moment. No, it’s an utter mess.
I can say that, safe in the knowledge that this is an anonymous post. I wouldn’t dream for a second of criticising the hard work of the talented writers, directors and the fantastic cast.
All the right notes are there. They’re just being played in the wrong order.
I’m not going to bang on about bins, and driving lessons, and who the hell is Eddie and what does he have to do with any of this. Those are just tiny missteps compared with things going on elsewhere in the Square.
Let’s start with the current most compelling storyline. Lee’s depression. The decision has been made to set a portion of his struggle away from home.
There he was last night in the call centre, with his jacket slashed by that loathsome colleague and the constant spectre of his grim faced boss hanging over him.
Much like young Eddie’s stabbing and subsequent funeral, it’s a storyline that would have benefitted taking place on the square, with people we already know.
It always unusual to leave Walford, but the decision to do so in this case reveals what that the residents of E20 are missing. A convincing villain. Somebody to turn the screws on Lee - a figure who amplifies his alienation and struggle with ultimately forgivable and understandable motives of his own.
If you can’t tell the story with the existing pieces of the jigsaw, something is going badly wrong with your jigsaw. He said, mixing his metaphors.
It’s especially frustrating, as Lee (with the exception of Phil, more on him in a bit) seems to be the only character battling with his demons and going through something horrible, with all the terrible secrets that go along with it.
Let’s move on to a story that is oh so incredibly similar. Jay. Longtime favourite for many - tragic life, downward spiral, but bags of common sense and a wise old head on young shoulders. He’s being put through the mill and rejected by those around him. And here he is like Lee, with distant, unknowable outside influences being the cause of the mess he finds himself in.
The only surprising thing about this whole mess was the badly fudged ending, with Phil taking him to the police to grass up his underdeveloped drug dealer nemesis (which would never happen, sorry), and then his subsequent readmission back into the Mitchell house like he Phil never even suspected him of trying to corrupt his daughter.
It’s smacks of a storyline being quickly dispatched for an easy resolution, when we all know what should have happened is Ben and Jay resolving it between them by finally grabbing that gun they claimed to have disposed of two years ago and subjecting that drug dealer to some East End style gang land justice - Louise getting caught in the crossfire, but Jay valiantly saving her by taking a bullet to the leg for his troubles. Then, and only then would Phil would croak an invite back into his house.
Lauren. What is Lauren doing in a house with the couple who pinned the murder of their daughter (and her best mate) on her own beloved Dad (yes, it’s complicated, but no - she loves him)? I have no idea either. And neither does the show, because as much as they try to spin it - it’s a decision that doesn’t stand up to even the tiniest bit of scrutiny. How many bedrooms does Dot’s place have? Why hasn’t rich Uncle Jack stepped in to sort her somewhere to live? One of those flats perhaps?
What should be happening is Lauren working to secure the downfall of the Beales from within, while her dad waits in the wings, ready to take everything they own. Because really - what are you doing in that bloody house???
Abi. What are you doing Abi? Why haven't you got a boyfriend off of Tinder? Why aren’t you obsessively stalking someone? You seem like the type. Scare me. You know you want to.
Max. Come back home with a new family. Teenage daughters. Cat, pigeons.
Patrick. Rudolph Walker is the finest actor on the show. Watching his performance subtly change each week as he recovered from his stroke was a masterclass. But that storyline did nothing to help him interact with other characters. You need something, but what? If you can’t think of anything, then you’re gonna have to go. Will you go head to head with Phil? That might be interesting.
Sharon, Kathy and Shirl. Why are you friends? You can’t all have him you know…
And Kathy - you’re back now - but god you’re dull. Do something.
Mick and Linda. Where are you heading? What will the Carter family be without two of their kids, a second rate Johnny, and no finely mapped out three year story that pushes you to the brink before bringing you all back together? What happened to the idea of Mick being nice almost to the point of self destruction? Surely there’s more mileage in that?
Stacey. Those mood stabilisers are working too well. We’ve got too many characters with common sense - and your current display of it goes against years of finely judged mania. Why aren't you jeopardising the family life you have with some dreadful decisions? Why are too many characters in this show providing a well meaning shoulder to cry on?
Phil. You’re going to live. We all know that. Now do something interesting before you get there, like trying to atone for all the hell you’ve put everyone through by going out there and making some friends with people and doing something good. Become Scrooge on Christmas morning.
Kush. I want to see you making a stupid decision about your life while watching another man bring up your son. I want more horrible things to happen to you. I want more death and destruction reaped on you, and I want to see you break.
Jane. Why aren’t you having therapy? Why aren't you having an affair with your physiotherapist? Why aren’t you sat in that house on your own everyday, looking out of the window starting to suspect that horrible things are going on under your nose. A murder perhaps? Are you going mad, or is something happening? Has somebody done something awful? Are you a witness to something, or are you re-living what you did on that tragic night a few years ago.
Kat Slater - please come back and do all the wrong things with your life so we can gawp at you like a slow motion car crash. Ride a milk float back into the square. Save us with your chaos.
What I want to see more than anything though is a new family, with a dense, intricate story, which runs for three years. We saw it work with the Carters, we saw it work with the Brannings, and we saw it work before them with the Slaters.
Actors leave, and as a result, family stories are reduced to those that have stuck around with diminishing returns. Create a new one from existing parts like you’ve done brilliantly with Stacy and Martin, or bring a new one in. Build them around key characters like Whitney, the same way the Carters sprung to life from Shirley’s backstory.
Give us a villain. Give us a new family. Maybe two. Give us a focus. Give us a mystery. Give us some of those incredible two handers you’ve not done in years. Stop clinging on to families that have ceased to be families. Give us a cliffhanger so unexpected and earth shattering we can’t believe what we’re watching. Focus: where will your character be in a year, two years, three? Pick up an episode where you left off once in a while. Give us a horrible secret waiting to be revealed. A tape waiting to be played. Give us a reason to watch for two hours a week.
Give us a show that everybody is talking about.
Cheers,
Peach


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