|Genre:||Action, Crime, Drama||Country:||USA|
|IMDB Rating:||8.4/10||Released Date:||11 Jan 2013|
Created by Jonathan Tropper and David Schickler and executive-produced by Alan Ball (True Blood), Banshee is a ludicrous series and knows it. It consists of one silly scene after another, all pitched at that super-hard-boiled, faux-noir level characteristic of so many graphic novels set in the underworld: so humorless that it’s kind of funny. A man gets shot through the hand in close-up, and you can see the rest of the room through the wound. The opening chase ends with an overturned double-decker bus roaring toward Hood like that train in Inception, but Hood escapes unscathed, and this event, which would be an international sensation in our reality, is presented here as just another crazy thing that happened in New York City. Hood is less a character than a presence: Clint Eastwood’s Man With No Name by way of Lee Marvin in Point Blank, a walking scowl with hints of pain and longing in his eyes. (Starr is an amazing physical presence, by the way; he’s got a great angry walk, and he poses in doors and windows nearly as well as Daniel Craig.) There were points in the first couple of episodes where I wanted to turn Banshee off because it wasn’t rising to the level of its promise. It’s an arty-trashy macho B movie in TV-series form, good but not good enough. And yet I intend to keep watching because the show is more brazenly cinematic than most, and because I need to know the characters’ secrets. As my late grandfather liked to say, that’s how they get ya.