The Night Of: a masterful HBO drama that’s virtually very painful to watch

Riz Ahmed is prime doubt in a gruesome slaughter in this slowly unfolding police procedural, which invites us to check every last panorama for clues

Television, I find, has some very wise exercises contained within it. A helpful one is this: if ever you pinch your papas taxicab to attend a college defendant, and a beautiful but distressed woman get in and requires in insouciant tones to be taken to the beach in New York of all places forget it. Open the door and kick her pert little derriere out, because no good will come of it. Since watching HBOs newest police procedural, scarcely a few moments has gone by without the deep yearning that I could extend this sage-green advice to Naz( Riz Ahmed) in The Night Of ( Thursday, 9pm, Sky Atlantic ), who does precisely that.

This woman, Andrea, will go on to 1) persuasion her imitation cabbie to do pills with her in her fancy brownstone, 2) writhe in front of him while mumbling something sexy about spears, and 3) end up stabbed to death in her bedroom. I could see this coming a mile off but, for some conclude, while facing erotically pirouetting strangers, health young men like Naz rarely do the sensible thing.

Long before Andreas death, though, the rotations of disaster are set in motion, is borne out by shots that linger on the faces of witness for uncomfortably long periods, and deftly pan over testify Naz unwittingly leaves at the misdemeanour panorama. The difficulty is that no one , not us , not Naz, and not their own families, knows what went down, because this segment of the evening is missing from his drug-clouded reminiscence. Did he slaughter Andrea, or was he sleeping off his comedown while she was killed in another area? Little in The Night Of is clear.

What is clear is that the report is stacked against him. Shaping Naz towards the clink is Detective Box, a subtle monster whos been calmly putting away villains for decades. Box is nearing retirement, and before he colonizes down to civilian life, he just wants to send one last villain down. Surely he wouldnt use the racist mistrust of Muslims to end his Top Trumps collection of convictions at visitation, would he?

At experiences, its too much to watch. How, for instance, is Nazs family supposed to pay for two-bit, eczema-encrusted solicitor John Stone( John Turturro) when their primary beginning of income his father Salims cab is sitting in a police complex as evidence? The unfairness of information systems is clear as day, whatever the outcome of Nazs trial and before we even get to what happens during his long wait for it at Rikers Island prison( which the rest of the serial masterfully illustrates ).

The Night Of was changed from BBC drama Criminal Justice and similarities to Constructing A Murderer and Serial can also be drawn. Its a good job presents like these have primed our detective sciences, because brand-new possibles creep in with every pointed and claustrophobic scene. Its time to start theorising: a gradually unfolding crime drama is just the ticket as the darkness start to draw in.

One thing to consider before the deerstalker come off is that Riz Ahmed has such likability that his casting could be a diversionary tactic. This is the man who in Chris Morriss Four Lions reached cinema gatherings root for a two suicide bombers in a sugar monster dres. Naz doesnt seem the sex-murder sort, it has to be said. But, then again, waking up from a drug orgy to a admirers perforated corpse can constitute you question a persons persona. Was it him? Or, as Im beginning to suspect, was it all set up by John Stone in an itchy attempt to procure extra money for his Sudocrem supplyings? I dont have the answers, simply the serial evidence button has those, and its never seemed so inviting.

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