It is the TV series of the moment Teenagencefour shocking episodes that tell a story unfortunately not new to the more black chronicles. Even a boy can be a murderer. Even a boy from a good family, with the angel face, who still sleeps with the teddy bear.
The exceptional nature of Teenagence He is the impact on the spectator, about us who are parents, whom we are children. Increduct, we are faced with the imperative. Without raw violence, but with the violence of the evil that takes your throat And you don’t know why nor how he could have unleashed with such strength.
Jamie is good at school, lives in a charming British town, has a father who works hard, a mother who with difficulty seeks lightness to keep the family together, with teenage children who usually give some problems. The eldest daughter, Lisa, often snaps intolerant. Things like this. Of unusual is the breakdown of the police at home, at dawn, to arrest Jamie, 13 years old, accused of killing a school partner with stabbing. It will be a mistake, we tell ourselves next to the dismayed parents. No, why Jamie is really guilty, even if he denies. Only time will make him understand, at least hopefully, and confess the fault. No spoiler, the story was seen and told everywhere.
It was underlined The genius of the director, who shot each episode in the sequence floor, in one recovery. No interruption, no assembly. Exceptional interpreters, operators who become extras, to move more freely on the set. Which is A real house, a real school, a real neighborhood And every shift of the protagonists, on foot, by car, has followed in real time. Those who look lie each other in every gesture, in every grimace, suffering the slow, disturbing path of Jamie in protected imprisonment. What the heck, he is just a child. Probably bully, because shy with the girls. Certainly rejected by the partner he was in love with. Perhaps succubus of the claims of a father too proud, who wanted him man prematurely. Then there are the alleged friends, Ready to turry and push you to femicide, even to give you a knife. And the social networks, where too many teenagers pretend a distorted image of oneself, To cover the discomfort and the feeling of being out of place, ugly, wrong.
All true, as true the loneliness of a family overwhelmed by the scandal and despised. Which also resists, because a son is a son and “Jamie is us”, as the eldest daughter who rejects escape and shame. But nobody recognized the true meaning, The courage of this dry, raw narration, without moralisms. In showing that The heart of man is an abyss, Where good and evil are honest. No sociological or psychological reading is sufficient To explain the depth of the abjection to which even a child’s heart can yield. No, man is not good in himself and society makes him bad. Or we should believe that every boy who grew up in the misery and violence of an slum must necessarily have life marked. Man can choose good or evil and knows to perform it. The Church knows it. It’s called sin.
