This series was outrageously enjoyable. It made even the best telly drama and comedy look insipid – think of Only Fools and Horses with realism, Men Behaving Badly with pathos, Sherlock with engaging vulgarity and Bluestone 42
you couldn't add to that because it was similarly uncompromising. All the cast were terrific but it was Ed Westwick's take on Vincent, the leading character, which did the heavy-lifting. The usual compliments for a good performance aren't sufficient – 'electrifying and totally committed' get nowhere near - all art is artifice so how about, 'So real you could smell the b.o. breaking through the cheap deodorant. I loved the way he did asides to the audience and, once again (like Alfie, Flashman, Richard lll) was seduced by an appalling character's honesty in his villainy. However, as most of the other cast were almost as atrocious, and no one died, it was all utterly compelling. Sad, funny, serious and disgusting – it was brilliant and strictly for adults.
Review of White Gold
