Why UK Television needs more dramas like The Bridge

20120519-182558.jpgAs the latest Scandinavian drama sensation, The Bridge, comes to an end tonight on BBC4, what’s struck me most about the programme is that we need more shows like this in the UK. And now I’ll explain why.

For me, there are two main elements to The Bridge that mark it out as being different to much of the UK drama output.

1) The main female character is completely unfeminine
From the very first episode, when the Swedish detective Saga Noren refuses to let an ambulance containing a patient due for an urgent transplant across the titular bridge, she’s marked out as behaving in a very masculine way.

Saga picks up men in bars and has one-night stands, while her male Danish colleague is portrayed as the ‘sensitive’ one.

That’s not to say that strong, female characters don’t exist in UK dramas – the ITV cop show Scott & Bailey has three, including the eponymous S&B’s boss Jill – but they’re few and far between.

In fact, with The Killing, Borgen and now The Bridge, Scandinavia is leading the way in this regard, with possibly Claire Danes’ Carrie in Homeland making up the list.

2) My second point does relate to the first slightly. Part of Saga’s character is driven by her autism – probably Asperger’s – a fact that’s never explicitly acknowledged. And for me, this is a hugely brave and impressive thing to do in a drama.

To give a main character a medical condition to which you never actually refer and deliberately not make it the thrust of the storyline is rarely done.

A disability is normally the reason for a show, not a side issue. If more writers wrote this sort of thing into their scripts, it would help to break down the stigma about disabilities and illnesses that persist across much of society.

In the meantime, enjoy it while you can.

Will the stigma of depression ever fully go away?

‘My name is Rob Mansfield and I suffer from depression.’

That kind of statement often leads to congratulations for being ‘brave’ and ‘honest’, but please don’t applaud or praise.

Instead, consider this comparable statement:

‘My name is Rob Mansfield and I suffer from asthma.’

Not exactly up there on the confession scale, is it? And yet, compare the numbers. There are currently an estimated 5.1m people currently suffering from asthma in the UK.

Want statistics for depression? The figures aren’t quite as accurate, but it’s reckoned that 1 in 4 people will suffer with some sort of mental health issue, which works out at around 15m at a conservative estimate.

Somehow, the depression ‘confession’ doesn’t really seem quite such a big deal when you put it like that, does it?

Nor would any of us be embarrassed to say we’d broken a finger, sprained a wrist, etc.

As we all know, though, the stigma attached to depression is because it’s a ‘mental’ illness, rather than a physical affliction.

‘It’s all in the mind, innit?’ The inference has always been that you should be easily able to ‘snap’ out of it. Stick on an episode of Only Fools and Horses and laugh your way to happiness – that’ll cure your depression, won’t it?

My experiences
I first discovered I suffered from depression in 2003, around the time my marriage broke up. I had many of the classic symptoms, such as not wanting to get up, disinterest in food, problems sleeping, but at the time I didn’t understand they amounted to depression.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had turned a light on. For years, I’d been experiencing similar symptoms at regular intervals and never been able to pin down what the problem was. Now I had a name and diagnosis.

Ironically the light only came on to a certain degree, because depression leaves you with a huge grey cloud hanging around you, dogging your every move and thought.

An old work colleague, Cliff, once likened depression to an old door that slowly starts to peel and needs repainting every year or so.

For me, depression is like wearing a big pair of blinkers and ear muffs. I’m not incapable of seeing things or hearing things, when I’m in a down period, but I tend to exist in my own world and withdraw into myself.

This sort of behaviour is not uncommon among fellow sufferers and, sadly, one of the reasons why people who haven’t experienced it can’t get their heads around the illness. There’s very little anyone can ‘say’ that will make it any better.

There are some simple things that you can do to try and improve things, such as exercise, get outside in the sunshine, eating properly… but naturally, when you’re on a downer, all of these seem like the most difficult and unappealing things to do.

I just want to watch back-to-back episodes of The West Wing or read every Lee Child thriller again.

In fact, during probably my worst period, the only TV channel I wanted to watch was UKTV Food. It’s funny typing that now, but it wasn’t at the time, nor for my extremely supportive partner. It’s not even as if I got off my arse and then cooked any of the recipes – watching something vapid, uncomplicated that I could just let wash over me was enough.

Nine years after official diagnosis, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll probably stay on meds forever. Occasionally, I try without it and I slowly, but surely slip into a black fug, from which it takes too long to pull myself out.

I’m fairly sanguine about it. Heart patients take beta-blockers on a daily basis, asthmatics puff on an inhaler morning and evening, so what’s the difference?

Do I go round telling everyone that I suffer from depression? No, of course not. It rarely gets in the way of everyday life now, so it’s not an issue. If you have eczema, you don’t drop it into conversation within the first 5 minutes, do you?

Depression can afflict the most creative, intelligent, normal people, so why it’s still seen as something that should be ignored or not talked about is baffling to me.

Let’s face it, if Winston Churchill could lead Britain to victory in WW2 while suffering from ‘the black dog’, it’s hardly something to get prissy about, is it?

Depression Awareness Week
Why am I writing this post today? Well, it’s Depression Awareness Week, so, while I don’t really think you need a reason to talk about it, it’s as good a time as any.

All I’d ask is, the next time you hear that a friend, relative or work colleague has depression, don’t treat it as an excuse to ignore them. Talk to them normally as if they’re still the same person you had a chat with the week/month before – because they are. It’s not rocket science, is it?

What TV channels have to learn about hashtags

Mad Men logoLast night saw the return of Mad Men to UK TV screens on Sky Atlantic, although it had a far more limited reach than before when BBC broadcast the feted TV series.

As I was watching, I also kept an eye on my Twitter stream to swap comments with the, admittedly-few, others who were also enjoying the show.

Naturally, I appended a #madmen hashtag to any tweets, but was surprised to see that Sky was offering up a different option: #madmenonsky. I was baffled. OK, so Mad Men is showing on Sky, buy why does Sky feel the need to remind everyone of that fact?

A brief search on Twitter showed that Sky’s move bombed. Although a few people used the #MadMenonSky tag, the far more obvious #madmen was the clear winner.

Sky isn’t the first broadcaster to try and get people to use an unlikely, branded hashtag. During X Factor, ITV always try to get people to tweet and append #itvxfactor. While they do have some success, the much more obvious #xfactor always wins out.

It’s an odd attempt to commercialise tweets that shows, yet again, how many big companies fail to grasp how difficult it is to impose their own will onto the Twitterverse.

The BBC probably doesn’t have the same commercial pressures, but even they still try to shoehorn the channel onto Twitter, opting to steer tweeters towards using #bbcapprentice rather than #apprentice.

TV channels – and other brands – need to understand that Twitter is made up of individuals, not an amorphous mass. Yes, people follow the herd, but they can also smell an unnecessary commercial plug and do something to avoid using it.