Promise I made

I know I write a lot and rave a lot about imported US drama. But we can still do this stuff over here. Peter Kosminsky is the living proof. He’s bold, he’s ambitious, he’s awkward and yet, he is indulged by British broadcasters – specifically Channel 4, it seems, who have thus far commissioned Daybreak Pictures to make The Government Inspector, Britz and The Promise, all of which he wrote and directed. (Kosminsky was trained by the BBC, and the work that established his name was Warriors, on BBC2, so without them etc.) I love it when a terrestrial broadcaster commits to a major new series, especially when it isn’t designed as a star vehicle. Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll be tuning in to ITV’s Monroe on Friday, Peter Bowker’s latest showcase for the skills and charisma of James Nesbitt, but when something like The Promise comes along, heavily marketed by C4 but clearly designed to appeal on the strength of its subject matter alone, it goes straight to the front of the queue.

I’m late writing about The Promise, which finished its four-part run last Sunday, because I have been busy writing my own script – the Radio 4 sitcom which starts its transition from page to broadcast today – and I realise that my own experiences as a writer for TV colour my appreciation of the things that I watch, especially the British-made dramas and comedies. I watch primarily as a viewer, of course, but consciously and subconsciously I’m living out the process, and usually wondering where on earth the writer starts with something as ambitious as The Promise. Like any writer, I aspire. Having written for two long-running soaps, I have benefitted from a sturdy and practical apprenticeship in drama, although I’ve spent the years since EastEnders writing, or co-writing comedy. Similar rules apply, and what I learned on EastEnders never leaves me, but the chasm that gapes between what I’ve achieved and what, say, Peter Bowker or Peter Kosminsky have achieved, leaves me shellshocked. I am in awe of the big British TV writers, past and present. To quote Liz Lemon: I want to go there. (Hey, it’s healthy to aim high.)

The Promise promised the impossible: to distill the eternal Arab-Israeli conflict into a human story for a British audience. (Clearly, it will be seen in other parts of the world, but when your twin protagonists are British, it’s clear where the story is aimed. It makes no bones about this country’s part in the mess, and if you don’t already despise Britain’s imperial past, The Promise should help nail it. Having said that, as noted before, it sent me to my copy of Martin Gilbert’s Israel, to help fill in the backstory. And what a backstory it is.) Having read reviews at all four stages of its broadcast, I get the feeling that some critics had a problem with Kosminsky’s heavy-handedness, but even with luxurious 80-minute episodes – and a 100-minute opener – you have to use the occasional broad stroke, and the author’s decision to use actual newsreel footage from the liberation of Bergen Belsen in Ep1 was one such. This, for me, was justified by the fictional story Kosminsky had chosen to tell – that of disinterested, apolitical English granddaughter Erin (Little Dorrit‘s Claire Foy) travelling to modern-day Israel to stay with a Jewish friend’s wealthy parents while she does her National Service, intercut with the experiences between 1945-48 of her grandfather, Len (Christian Cooke), a British soldier now on his deathbed, whose diary proves Erin’s touchstone with a past with which she had previously had no connection. Len was among the soldiers who liberated Belsen.

Now, the use of this footage, which haunts everyone who sees it, and which I remember vividly from The World At War at Sunday teatime when I was about eight or nine, is narratively justified but still potentially problematic, in that it sets up the Jewish plight 20 years into the British Mandate fairly unequivocally and forces us into a position of empathy and partisanship. However, Kosminsky – Jewish but as far as he’s concerned, first and foremost a Briton – is cleverly using surely the most emotive event of the last century as a way of putting us inside the mind of Len, and by association Erin. Len didn’t watch the newsreel, he was the newsreel.

Because of his experiences, when Len arrives in Palestine, where Jewish refugees are being interned and mistreated by their apparent liberators, his sympathies lie with them. But the British are in the middle, as they always seem to be in leftover chunks of the Empire, and are soon hated by both sides. (And called “Nazis” by the Zionists. Irony alert.) Len falls in love, unknowingly, with a militant Israeli fighter and finds greater sympathy for the Arabs, befriending the family of a tea vendor and eventually changing sides, just as the British are pulling out in 1948. Len is as perplexed by the violence meted out by Jewish settlers – specifically by underground terror group the Irgun – as many were in the postwar period, when Palestine was partitioned to neither side’s satisfaction and the never-ending war began.

Meanwhile, Erin is on an unlikely journey of discovery, drawn into the conflict first by experiencing the suicide bombing of a Jewish cafe and being influenced by a disillusioned Israeli soldier turned peace activist. She falls in love with an Arab and, influenced by her grandfather’s diary, becomes determined to finish what he started. I won’t go into any more plot, in case you haven’t seen The Promise, and wish to. Much of the drama hinges on Erin’s hunger for truth, which couldn’t be more subtly played than the way Claire Foy did it – her Erin was moody, stubborn, naive, headstrong and seemingly fearless/stupid – but you have to take a few of her insane excursions, including one into Gaza, at face value. She’s exploring where we, passive armchair consumers of newsreel, fear to tread. It brings the history and the deadly, lingering resentments and injustices to life.

The series was entirely shot on location – Kosminksy’s first visit to the region – and it benefits at every turn, even when the credibility of the drama is stretched to breaking point. (It’s amazing how many liberties with realism you can take by making your central character a bit of a stroppy idiot, walking into war zones and barging her sweet way into trouble. It was harder to buy into the dramatic conversion of Len, especially after he is held captive for weeks in a hole in the ground, which might break a man.)

Clever to blend contemporary drama with a period piece, and to play the fictional story against non-fictional backdrops, such as the bombing of the King David Hotel in 1946, and the “Sergeants affair” kidnapping in 1947, and of course the aforementioned Bergen Belsen. The Promise was not played for facile demonisation of the Jewish occupiers, or the glorification of the Palestinians – in fact, it strained for balance. You couldn’t help but dislike the rich family Erin was staying with, with their swimming pool and their liberal values, and you couldn’t help but like Haaz Sleiman’s Omar, Erin’s gentle guide, but it was never a case of black hats and white hats.

So, some fine acting, made more real by the locations (let us not forget that Kosminsky is the director, too), and a dizzying piece of writing that, for all its lapses into incredulity, never lapsed into finger-wagging or side-taking. The comment by a pro-Jewish soldier that the Palestinians had lived in Palestine for hundreds of years and it was still a desert, whereas the Zionists had been there for 50 years and had turned parts of it into a fertile, verdant oasis was key – the more I read Gilbert’s relentless doorstop Israel (I’m currently experiencing 1947, having almost caught up with The Promise), the more I understand that the Jews’ claim on what they consider their biblical homeland was, in the late 19th and early 20th century, built on sheer hard work, tilling the recalcitrant soil until it eventually bore fruit, literal and figurative. It’s dangerous to take sides, and I hesitate to revert to leftist stereotype, but if we don’t seek to understand the situation, I don’t believe we are entitled to make judgment upon either side. I am attempting to rectify that. And I have Peter Kosminsky and C4 to thanks. It’s not all My Big Fat Racist Wedding.

As ever, the British failed to successfully manage the situation after Palestine was carved up in 1923 (the fact that the French got neighbouring Syria after WWI is not insignificant), with subsequent administrations pushing and pulling about how many Jews were allowed in, and audaciously pulling up the drawbridge during the Second World War when, you could argue, the Jews needed a safe exile more than ever before. It’s a horrific story, whichever side you come at it from. So bravo to one writer for at least facing up to the job. Much easier to make a police drama about a serial killer.

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7 thoughts on “Promise I made

  1. Suggested reading:-
    The Invention of the Jewish People by Shlomo Sand
    Orientalism by Edward Said
    The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine by Ilan Pappe
    One Country: A Bold Proposal to End the Israeli-Palestinian Impasse by Ali Abunimah

    And online http://mondoweiss.net/ is at the leading edge of debate.

  2. I watched the first half of the second ep of Monroe, and to my utter surprise I thought it was quite good. Not sure what the rest of it will be like though. I’m not mad keen on ‘Jimmy’ Nesbitt usually, but he was rather good in this.

  3. As ever you have given a thorough and fair review. In my less thorough and partial view I was fascinated by the history and performances aside found the modern view much less compelling. I realise that it may be a key aspect of dual storylines, but I did find the number of coincidences a little tiresome towards the end.

  4. Where’s the evidence Erin fell in love with Omar? Lust, yes. And bed. But I’d dispute love. Don’t forget she also slept with Peter Meyer, brother of her friend Eliza with whom she was staying. And if she loved Omar then why didn’t she stay? She went back to the UK and it was pretty clear she planned to stay put when back.

    Otherwise a good review.

    • I like the slightly aggressive tone of your comment, Serena! I didn’t realise I had to supply evidence. Maybe I’m just soppy and read “love” where there is only “lust.”

      • Eep, sorry – I didn’t mean to come over as aggressive! Although as you seem to like it maybe I shouldn’t apologise 🙂

        I review TV myself and I think accuracy is important, even in plot incidentals like Erin’s love life (or do I mean sex life?) – if I hadn’t seen The Promise and was buying the DVD on your recommendation, I might feel short-changed, expecting West Side Story and getting Lost in Translation instead. IYSWIM 🙂

        Actually I found Erin intensely annoying. Foy is a good actor but she was woefully underused, mostly her character was just there to drive the plot forward and I got fed up in every scene where she went off on an adventure because you just knew her lines would consist of either “What’s going on?” or “What are they saying?” or “Can someone please tell me what’s happening?”. Maddening.

        But that aside, I saw her much more as a typical hormone-bound teenager, having casual sex where it was on offer – because that’s all it was really. She didn’t seem to engage with either of her lovers after she’d slept with them the once.

        Actually, I enjoyed your review, it was good to read another pro’s perspective. I disagree with some of your points but you also made me think about stuff I’d not paid much attention to. It was an ambitious and challenging serial, not always easy to watch, but of the sort we need much more of on TV.

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