I couldn't get past the ridiculous outfits and makeup. In this shanty town full of filth, ruffians, chamber pots, and no baths, the immaculate heroine and her children stepped straight out of a Downton drawing room. The mother's big braids and sleek curls never fell out of place, even after a harrowing journey, or when there was a big explosion. The other women, all predictable soap characters, were equally overdressed. The scene of the women washing clothes in the stream (whilst wearing voluminous dresses, frothy curls, and not getting wet), may be typical in India, but not in freezing Yorkshire, (where the expression 'don't wash your dirty linen in public' originates). In those remote impoverished villages all the women had to work, and they wore thin straight dresses covered by coarse aprons, clogs, and shawls, with their hair tied back in buns. Should any man dare to wear a silky red shirt with puffy sleeves he would be laughed out of town. As for cowboys in Yorkshire ....! and no Yorkshire accents ....! To irritate further, the heroine suddenly acquired fine china and linen (imagine how the other women would have rightly laughed at such pretension). As I got more and more annoyed by the costumes, the makeup, the set, and the two-dimensional characters, I could not concentrate on the thin storyline, though I doubt if there was anything I could not have predicted.
Review of Jericho
