The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency -- TV Review
Bottom Line: Saccharine mush set in the African bush.
Here's a mystery only a detective could solve: Why would HBO, a
network that specializes in edgy brilliance, greenlight a series
that would seem too fluffy even for Lifetime? Not even Precious
Ramotswe, protagonist of its newest series, "The No. 1 Ladies'
Detective Agency," could get to the bottom of this case.
Ramotswe, played by American R&B chanteuse Jill Scott, is the
kindly Botswana-based gumshoe who relies on intuition to solve
local crimes. While the continent provides visual splendor to
"Agency," Ramotswe's methods aren't exactly a feast for the eyes:
She mostly sits in the converted post office where she's set up
shop and mulls her investigation over cups of tea. Think the
spinoff Leslie Moonves would have ordered had he run CBS during the
1980s: "Murder She Wrote: Botswana."
If the contrast of Africa and detective work sounds like a
rollicking laughfest, "Agency" isn't that. While the premise begs a
broader comedic treatment, the series is a leisurely paced drama
with light jokes that mostly play on its characters' convoluted
rendering of the English language. "Houston, we are in the
rocketship headed for the stars," notes Ramotswe's assistant Grace
Makutsi (Anika Noni Rose) when the agency gets its first case.
(Translation: We have liftoff.)
As Ramotswe's prim second banana, Makutsi and other supporting
characters needed to be much more flamboyantly funny than written
here to make up for a rather bland protagonist. Scott boasts an
accent convincing enough to hide her Philadelphia roots, but her
character is not nearly quirky enough a sleuth, like "Monk" or "The
Mentalist," to carry a show.
"Agency" is so suffused with a sweetness and light uncharacteristic
of HBO that it is tempting to chalk up the programming strategy to
counterintuitive genius: With every channel chasing the gritty
gravitas that is HBO's trademark, why not invade the
family-friendly territory they've all vacated?
Otherwise, it's difficult to see what HBO saw in "Agency." Perhaps
HBO was blinded by the sheer volume of boldface producer
names that come attached to the two-hour pilot: Anthony Minghella,
Richard Curtis, Sydney Pollack and Harvey Weinstein, to name a few.
That kind of pedigree is justifiable means for securing a slot in
the original movie category at the next Emmy Awards, but there just
isn't anything in "Agency" that justifies a series order.
Perhaps splitting the check with the BBC, co-producer of "Agency"
along with Weinstein Co., made it viable as a series but therein
lies a bigger question HBO needs to ask itself. "Agency" is typical
of an increasing volume of programming for which HBO is but one of
multiple producing partners on, and the resulting work lacks the
distinctive patina that comes when the network has both hands on
the creative reins. Is the cost savings that come with these
co-productions worth diluting what we've come to know as a true HBO
original?
Airdate: 8-10 p.m. Sunday, March 29 (HBO)
Production: HBO, BBC, Weinstein Co.
Cast: Jill Scott, Anika Noni Rose, Lucian Msamati, Desmond
Dube
Executive producers: Richard Curtis, Bob Weinstein, Harvey
Weinstein, Amy J. Moore, Sydney Pollack (pilot)
Producer: Anthony Minghella (pilot)
Series producer: Timothy Bricknell
Writers: Richard Curtis (pilot), Anthony Minghella (pilot),
Nicholas Wright, Robert Jones
The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency -- TV Review
By Andrew Wallenstein, March 25, 2009 07:17 ET
Bottom Line: Saccharine mush set in the African bush.
Here's a mystery only a detective could solve: Why would HBO, a network that specializes in edgy brilliance, greenlight a series that would seem too fluffy even for Lifetime? Not even Precious Ramotswe, protagonist of its newest series, "The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency," could get to the bottom of this case.
Ramotswe, played by American R&B chanteuse Jill Scott, is the kindly Botswana-based gumshoe who relies on intuition to solve local crimes. While the continent provides visual splendor to "Agency," Ramotswe's methods aren't exactly a feast for the eyes: She mostly sits in the converted post office where she's set up shop and mulls her investigation over cups of tea. Think the spinoff Leslie Moonves would have ordered had he run CBS during the 1980s: "Murder She Wrote: Botswana."
If the contrast of Africa and detective work sounds like a rollicking laughfest, "Agency" isn't that. While the premise begs a broader comedic treatment, the series is a leisurely paced drama with light jokes that mostly play on its characters' convoluted rendering of the English language. "Houston, we are in the rocketship headed for the stars," notes Ramotswe's assistant Grace Makutsi (Anika Noni Rose) when the agency gets its first case. (Translation: We have liftoff.)
As Ramotswe's prim second banana, Makutsi and other supporting characters needed to be much more flamboyantly funny than written here to make up for a rather bland protagonist. Scott boasts an accent convincing enough to hide her Philadelphia roots, but her character is not nearly quirky enough a sleuth, like "Monk" or "The Mentalist," to carry a show.
"Agency" is so suffused with a sweetness and light uncharacteristic of HBO that it is tempting to chalk up the programming strategy to counterintuitive genius: With every channel chasing the gritty gravitas that is HBO's trademark, why not invade the family-friendly territory they've all vacated?
Otherwise, it's difficult to see what HBO saw in "Agency." Perhaps HBO was blinded by the sheer volume of boldface producer
names that come attached to the two-hour pilot: Anthony Minghella, Richard Curtis, Sydney Pollack and Harvey Weinstein, to name a few. That kind of pedigree is justifiable means for securing a slot in the original movie category at the next Emmy Awards, but there just isn't anything in "Agency" that justifies a series order.
Perhaps splitting the check with the BBC, co-producer of "Agency" along with Weinstein Co., made it viable as a series but therein lies a bigger question HBO needs to ask itself. "Agency" is typical of an increasing volume of programming for which HBO is but one of multiple producing partners on, and the resulting work lacks the distinctive patina that comes when the network has both hands on the creative reins. Is the cost savings that come with these co-productions worth diluting what we've come to know as a true HBO original?
Airdate: 8-10 p.m. Sunday, March 29 (HBO)
Production: HBO, BBC, Weinstein Co.
Cast: Jill Scott, Anika Noni Rose, Lucian Msamati, Desmond Dube
Executive producers: Richard Curtis, Bob Weinstein, Harvey Weinstein, Amy J. Moore, Sydney Pollack (pilot)
Producer: Anthony Minghella (pilot)
Series producer: Timothy Bricknell
Writers: Richard Curtis (pilot), Anthony Minghella (pilot), Nicholas Wright, Robert Jones