I’ve found another sitcom workplace where I think I’d really
fit in. This time, it’s within the
NYPD. Let’s be clear: I’d be no good at
solving crimes. I would also be
unwilling to undertake any duties that put me at risk in any way whatsoever. Similarly, I couldn’t work in New York as it’s
either too hot or too cold (and UK citizens currently can’t go there). But, Brooklyn Nine-Nine has now
joined the ranks of charming comedy shows where I tune in to feel like one of
the gang. I’ve imagined myself really
fitting in with the personalities of Parks
& Recreation. I’ve considered
where my place would be among the Scranton bods of The Office US (as well as knowing full well
which one’s me in The Office…). Now I can spend time wondering how my own
sense of humour would enrich the pleasant chuckling that the activities of this
very special police squad create.
Naturally, I am intentionally late to this party. Having seen countless ads on e4 for the UK
broadcast of this programme, I put it in the same category as Hollyoaks: TV shows whose existence I can
ignore. This decision was compounded by my
televisual aversion to the emergency services.
However, I was frequently asked if I had seen Brooklyn Nine-Nine, with
most people prompted by my own excessive office-based consumption of yoghurt –
a trait I share with Sergeant Terry Jeffords (Terry Crews). Well, with lockdown coming up to its one-year
anniversary, we’ve all got through more TV than we ever thought possible. I’m not sure what happens when you complete Netflix, but let’s start a rumour
that you get a telegram from the Queen (The
Crown’s Olivia Colman
of course). So, to offset some of the
heavier drama boxsets I was wading through (The
Fall, The Staircase etc), Brooklyn Nine-Nine
seemed like a welcome addition to my rotations.
At first, I’ll admit to seeing nothing special. It was about crime, but not in a serious way. Nobody died, jeopardy was only there to serve
as plot device against which comedy could play out, the characters were loud
and excessive in their behaviour. Before
I got to know them inside out, the humour struck me as obvious and I began to come
to terms with the fact this might well be a true background show: something
that plays in the background while I cook under the extractor fan, unable really
to hear or see it. Sure, a couple of
episodes would get a bit of focus during my weekly bath, but Brooklyn’s fictional
99th precinct hadn’t yet earned a special place in my heart. I did however unearth my favourite character
early on: Gina Linetti (Chelsea
Peretti). There’s something about a
woman who won’t let anything or anyone stop her doing exactly as she pleases
that just makes for wonderful entertainment.
Her rudeness to all her colleagues is a constant source of inspiration.
Over time, though, I learned that all our main players have
such strong characterisation that the humour’s beauty clearly comes from knowing
them well. Disturbingly, perhaps, there
was also a bit of me in all of them. My
lifelong geek side means I see Amy Santiago as a kindred spirit. My emotionless intellectual snobbery turns Captain
Raymond Holt into a hero. Charles Boyle
is all of my insecurities wrapped up in one tiny little man. I won’t go through them all, but they’re so
much more than background artists designed to offer perspective on our central
figure: Jake Peralta, played by Andy Samberg. He is the only one I am not, but he still
makes me laugh with his childishness: a great face for silliness. As series progress, the vibe becomes less
about Peralta’s tension with fish-out-of-water new boss Holt, and more about
the unit’s ability to support each other through good and bad times.
If that doesn’t sound hilarious, Brooklyn Nine-Nine is also
taking on a number of social issues in a matter-of-fact way. Racism, homophobia and sexism all come under
the microscope. We tread a narrow
tightrope between signalling worthiness and, in fact, reflecting the world
around us. A stereotype or stock
character is a very rare occurrence throughout the show’s universe. And it is this, coupled with the cast’s irresistibility,
that saw Brooklyn Nine-Nine succeed in commanding my attention. Somehow, it’s elevated itself well above a
background show. Each instalment of its
six series on Netflix (and a seventh out there that aired this year) deserves
your full attention.
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