MARCH 14 2020 LISTENER 69
TV REVIEW
W
hen times are uncertain
- and 2020 is certainly
the gift that keeps on
giving in that regard - it’s understandable to want
to settle in with a cuppa and
two Krispies for the old-school
pleasures of something like
Call the Midwife. The series has
tackled confronting issues from
domestic violence to female
genital mutilation, and yet
the jolly health professionals
cycling purposefully around
the dilapidated-but-doughty
East London precincts of Poplar
still sometimes seem about as
nuanced as Enid Blyton’s Noddy
motoring – parp, parp – through
Toyland.
It’s season nine. We have now
laboured our way, literally and largely
without pain relief, to 1965. Safely
returned from a Christmas special
set, for some reason, in the Outer
Hebrides, the nurses and nuns of
Nonnatus House find themselves in
the swinging 60s. How to convey the
a-changin’ times? There’s the Beach
Boys on the soundtrack. And midwife
Trixie strikes a blow for women’s lib:
“I’m going to take the plunge with
my new electric lady shaver!”
Meanwhile, there’s a woman about
to go into labour in a homeless facil-
ity so derelict – “the walls are full of
bedbugs!” – that a dead rat attends
For reassuring
viewing, the nuns
of Nonnatus House
provide lots of safe
pairs of hands.
Comfort in labour
No facet of
the innate
melodrama
and fraught
politics involved
in inhabiting a
female body is
left unexplored.
the midwife’s visit. Not Dickensian enough? The
area is also undergoing newfangled urban renewal.
“Flaming wrecking ball’s been going all afternoon,”
sighs another mum-to-be as Sister Julienne, down
the business end, dusts away the falling debris.
Oh, and an era has ended: “Our Winnie has
finally pegged it!” Cue a speech on the legacy of
the old warhorse from Dr Turner: “The NHS was
nothing to do with Churchill and his party!” he
declares, as he grooms his rabbit.
These are long BBC episodes. Even so, they don’t
half pack a lot in, including a diphtheria outbreak
that contributes to a running theme about the
erratic progress of social evolution and a lot of typi-
cally punishing Call the Midwife dialogue: “We will
take every conceivable measure to head off mastitis
at the pass!”; “Another placenta for disposal!”;
“This woman was lactating!”
Miriam Margolyes’ Mother Mildred, apart from
being a mouthful alliteration-wise, took
to her role as head nun at Nonnatus
House with a gusto that makes her
turn back in the day as a fanati-
cal puritan on Blackadder
seem understated. She’s a
little rotund, which means
she’s required by the writ-
ers to compulsively scoff
teacakes when she’s
not motoring through like a mobile
marquee to deliver a drive-by sermon:
“The relinquishment of a child,”
she intones, when a baby is discov-
ered abandoned in the Nonnatus
House rubbish bin in yet another
hectic subplot, “has little to do with
poverty and everything to do with
desperation!”
S
adly, Mother Mildred is off back
to the order’s mothership, or
whatever the technical Anglican
term for it is, just as the news
comes in that Nonnatus House
is to be bowled along with the
slums of Poplar in the name of
progress. What’s to be done?
Well, they are nuns. “It would
be a poor show,” says Sister
Hilda, “if I didn’t put in a word
for our old chum, prayer.” Sister
Julienne looks unconvinced. But
no doubt all will ultimately be,
as Miranda Hart’s late-lamented
Chummy might have said, tip
top and tickety boo.
Could this be more British?
Still, the show aces the Bechdel
test and any other measure when
it comes to making women-
centred television. No facet of the
innate melodrama and fraught poli-
tics involved in inhabiting a female
body is left unexplored, to sometimes
gruelling effect. The slightly stolid
public-service broadcasts on abor-
tion, vaccination, contraception, etc,
can possibly be forgiven in a time
when science and reproductive rights
are under increasing threat. As can
Vanessa Redgrave’s syrupy voice-
over. Downton Abbey with fewer toffs
and a lot more gynaecology? We’ll
take all the help we can get. l
DIANA
WICHTEL
Call the Midwife:
“Another placenta
for disposal!” Below,
Miriam Margolyes
as Mother Mildred.
CALL THE MIDWIFE, TVNZ 1,
Friday, 8.30pm.