Well, it’s certainly an unusual character to base a new series on, a sixty-year-old former safe cracker who hasn’t worked in eighteen years. If nothing else, it will be fascinating where the follow ups head. Mickey is a complex character who doesn’t so much have a bit of baggage but rather a vintage Louis Vuitton travel trunk full. Bullied by his own father, he has spent the entirety of his adult life trying to avoid turning into the man he despised, without seeing the damage this caused his own family. A promising boxer, he quit early in his career after seriously injuring an opponent, a guilt he has carried with him ever since. Crime came easy to him, the money was most welcome, but he was always drawn into the skill aspect, pitching his wits against the safe. Now he feels trapped in a marriage that should have ended years ago, again feeling the guilt for the poor way he treated his wife. No wonder a trip to Skegness seems like a fillip to him.
The plot is nice and crazy, at first seeming too straightforward, but of course it isn’t, a simple event signals this and like railway points being thrown, we head off on a different track. Being the first in a series there is the expected back story introduced, but these are so cleverly incorporated into the plot that it steams along and even incorporates the occasional toot of pleasure. It’s not all laughs though, there is violence, some jeopardy and a body to be dealt with, enough to add some real thrills to the mix. Runaway trains do have a tendency to crash…
Safecracking puts me in mind of the post war black and white British movies, but this is no Noir and it is thoroughly modern in style. The criminals use the language we would expect, and the setting is real and has the faded, run down neglect, we now associate with British seaside towns. Serious issues are addressed but it never gets too heavy and whilst never quite ending up in saucy postcard territory there is a certain cheekiness to proceedings, in the end this is a crime caper.
There is a lot of humour throughout, mostly dry and with a sarcastic observational edge, which I found engaging and not overdone. I loved the comment from Mickey telling how he worried when his son fell in with the wrong crowd, “drugs?” was the response, “no, performing arts” the reply. He also has an ear for an interesting turn of phrase and savage putdowns from the street, like ‘sanctimonious piece of excrement’.
The theme through is the family; our commitments, ties and the love we engender. In some cases this is obvious, whereas elsewhere it is buried deeper, but it is manifest in all the significant characters in the own way. This is typified by the strained relationship between Mickey and son Liam, who summarises the position perfectly in that no matter who much you love someone and want to protect them, you must let them live their lives and make their own mistakes. These interactions help to bring some substance to the story.
The supporting cast of characters are an intriguingly mixed bunch, admittedly a couple come straight from central casting but we do want our villains to be nasty. Single mum Hazel is a gem, battling to do the right thing but always seeming to be swimming against a tide of bad circumstances. Her son Warren doesn’t help and represents a generation of confused teens whose attention is easily distracted.
An engaging seaside crime caper, where revenge comes with a side order of laughs.