Mark Timlin is a British author best known for his series of novels featuring Nick Sharman, a former Metropolitan Police officer who takes up the profession of private investigator in South London. He is also a renowned book reviewer and literary commentator. His most recent work is REAP THE WHIRLWIND. In his early years he did various jobs including work as a member of the road crew for THE WHO, including working backstage at Woodstock in the 1960s on the lighting cranes
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The Colby family live it large in Oceanside CA. Ruled by the matriarchal Janine Colby aka Smurf (she once turned blue. Long story. Watch the show) - like some shade of Ma Baker, permanently pissed off with life as she cooks and cleans like a maniacal gruesome hag on speed. With a million and a half dollars in cash in a lock-up, surely, she could afford some help with the washing up.
Sharing her palatial digs are various sons and grandkids, all fathers absent, either KIA, MIA, or Mullered and buried deep in the desert on the road to Vegas. Her offspring are either surfers or psychos who pay their (and her) way by scams and robberies. These fuckers will rob anything: Banks, yachts, planes, drug dealers, pill mills, grass farms, jewellers’ shops, art galleries, you name it. In fact, the three series available on Prime (there’s five in all) are like one long heist movie. But don’t get the mistake that this mob are like modern day Robin Hoods. They are nasty bastards one and all, only caring about themselves and ‘family’ of course. Actually, keeping it in the family is pretty well hinted at, as Smurf is rather too over-familiar with ‘her boys’ as she calls them. No, the family are the sort of folks who would borrow your shorts and hand them back unwashed, shag your girlfriend, then shoot her full of smack, and dump an old lady with dementia on the side of the road because she might grass you up.
The upside of watching the show is hunky blokes, good looking women, cool cars, bikes and boats. Lots of loud music by bands and singers I’ve never heard of. That part of the zeitgeist passed me by. The downside is that the sex scenes, both gay and straight are too frequent, overlong, and frankly not sexy. The director should’ve stayed outside the bedroom door, or indeed the shower, the kitchen (unhygienic) or simply al-fresco. Also, there’s far too many surfing episodes, including a memorial for a dead friend which approaches bathos.
Based on an Australian film of the same name that I must get on DVD, Animal Kingdom is about as nasty as a dose of coronavirus whilst suffering with acute bowel trouble. I am forced to watch it on my own, as no one else in the house will.
They hate it, I love it.
There, I’ve said it.
