Spoiler alert - The Bodyguard promised much, but ended up disappointing
PUBLISHED: 07:32 25 September 2018 | UPDATED: 12:17 25 September 2018
Well, like so many men, the Bodyguard promised much, but ended up being a bit of a disappointment, didn't it? says Liz Nice.
After all that drama, lusting after Richard Madden and wondering if the ever brilliant Gina McKee was the insider villain of the piece, it turned out that the helmet-haired, faux-caring Lorraine was in fact the baddie.
Never trust a helmet-haired woman in a suit who appears to have your best interests at heart, I’ve learned (Sunday night and on several previous occasions, as it happens).
Along with other lessons, such as that Jed Mercurio – scribe of my beloved Line of Duty - is far too smart to have let interrupted suicide bomber Nadia be a stereotypical Muslim woman, controlled by her husband.
When her face changed to reveal her true character, actor Anjii Mohindra had the entire 10.4million audience in her palm.
Leaving aside the rather odd plot point that Nadia decided, all of a sudden, to come clean, when her ‘I’m a bit dim, me’ schtick had served her extremely well up until then (as it has so many clever women before her), it was discombobulating to see so many prejudices turned upside down, as the apparently oppressed little woman morphed into the Jihadi mastermind.
The suicide vest scenes were gripping of course – but it was obvious that David Budd was going to defuse himself – of course he was. No woman would ever watch what will obviously result in a second series, and many more, otherwise if he hadn’t.
But as he and his not very well drawn wife drove off into the sunset, I was left feeling a bit empty.
What’s with this happy ending rubbish, when everyone knows that there is never any such thing?
Where was Julia?
Was she the one hiding behind the curtain at Lorraine’s?
Why hadn’t she jumped out of the ‘Death Star’ where she had promised to go if things went awry?
She couldn’t just be dead, could she?
Let’s hope not, because when this thing does come back again, as I say to all the men in my life, I will be wanting more.
Why can’t women be angry?
Meanwhile, like Serena Williams, I had a bit of an angry week at times, only over minor matters, but still, it reminded me that society finds angry women rather difficult to deal with.
I think we’re supposed to be upset or heartbroken or disappointed but never angry.
We’re suppose to cry in pain, not in fury.
It simply isn’t done. Why?
I mentioned this to a friend who told me that one of her bosses, when delivering a bit of a bad news to her, passed her a box of tissues.
‘What did you do, rip them up?’ I asked.
‘No, I just stared at them,” she said. ‘I wasn’t even that bothered about the ‘bad news’ but much more bothered about the fact that he thought me so weak and feeble that I would need a cry because I hadn’t got what I wanted.’
Being a woman, we get used to this, after all.
Anyhow, just thought this was worth a bit of a mention, in case readers have views on whether anger in women is acceptable, and, if so, how best it should be expressed.
However, I must be a bit careful, as I had a wonderful note from Edda Turner which brought me up short last week following my column about childcare and how much more difficult the issue is for women than men.
Dear Liz, I am also female, had children, worked, did the school runs to Framlingham, Woodbridge and back to my village of Debenham, again in the afternoons. Every week you find something to moan about being a woman. For goodness sake, grow some balls, pardon the expression, nothing is ever fair for you, poor thing. Regards, Edda Turner
How right Edda is. Though I must say, when it comes to balls, I think I’ll stick with my ovaries.