“I need you to pretend you know nothing about sex…you know nothing about your body or mine… no knowledge of any kind,” says the soon-to-be hospitalised Caden. He later forces the woman to utter the “C” word and then stands before her, and us unfortunately, in his all together.
MotherFatherSon features an actual movie star in Gere, as a preening mogul, alongside McCrory (his ex-wife) and their disturbed son (Howe). And it is written by the high-flying Tom Rob Smith (London Spy, the Assassination of Gianna Versace). What could possibly go awry?
Lots, it turns out. Smith seems to have noted television’s increasing determination to push the envelope and decided to give it one last, definitive shove over the edge. In this, he is entirely in step with recent trends. Gore is in, subtlety out. The question MotherFatherSon raises is, where will it end?
Consider that the BBC’s big Christmas adaptation of Agatha Christie’s The ABC Murders featured such seasonal treats as a part-time prostitute stomping all over the bloodied back of a violently ill man with her high-heels (just what you want as you reach for the second layer Milk Tray).