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"McCallum": The Boozehound Cinephile / Ted Boynton

Pop Culture Item Consumed: “McCallum,” a somewhat obscure British crime procedural featuring my first adult man-crush, John Hannah, as protagonist Iain McCallum. (And yes, he spells it “Iain.”) McCallum is a sort of post-modern Quincy/Jane Tennyson amalgam, a medical examiner for the London police who happens to be a hip, youthful, moody Scot toiling among busy Englishmen. McCallum spends most of his time advocating for justice for the dead through his investigative post-mortem efforts and crime scene analysis. In his off hours, he rides his motorcycle around London and tries to work through a complicated domestic relationship.

Beverage Consumed: At the risk of being unoriginal and repetitive, the Gin-Gin Mule, a tweak to the GiGi discussed a few weeks ago. You may recall that the GiGi featured six ounces of ginger beer, mixed with a healthy dose of gin, on the rocks. After knocking down a few dozen GiGis over these past weeks, I decided to see what the fuss was about with the added mint leaves. Muddled mint makes perfect sense to me with a mojito; even though I’m not a huge fan of the drink, rum + mint + sugar = sounds pretty good. I was skeptical about mint and gin, however, as such experiments have not gone well in the past.

Nevertheless, as a fan of strong flavors, I went heavy on the mint. Basically, you’ll want to follow the recipe for the GiGi from the Crash Real Time Review, but add a preliminary step of muddling torn mint leaves in the bottom of the glass before putting in the ice and mixing in the ginger beer and gin over ice. The soothing mint flavor provides nice counterpoint to the more tart, penetrating ginger and gin flavors, which some people - I’m looking at you, Mrs. socalled - have described as “medicinal.” Bwuh. At any rate, the Gin-Gin Mule is well worth trying if you happen to pass near the mint herbs at the grocery. Also, while I ordinarily oppose the use of straws as ungentlemanly, when wet leaves are floating in your cocktail, a straw is more or less essential.

Summary of Action: My high regard for John Hannah, which began with his heartwrenching role in Four Weddings & a Funeral, crested with his wistful, funny turn as the obligatory Paltrow-porker in Sliding Doors. Although Hannah has had a prolific television career in Great Britain, his access to American audiences has been limited primarily to supporting roles here and there, showing up as the comedy relief sidekick in The Mummy and its sequel and working in small roles in series such as “Frasier” and “Alias.”

If one inexplicably has a serious jones for leading man doses of Hannah - and I do - one must muddle through with DVD releases of his television work in England. As near as I can tell, over there Hannah is a go-to actor for edgy, dark cop/lawyer/doctor parts in British dramatic series such as “Rebus” (detectives) and “New Street Law” (barristers). Outside of FW&aF and Sliding Doors, however, Hannah’s best work comes as forensic pathologist Iain McCallum. During a difficult week, an hour of crime-solving John Hannah and a stiff cocktail can be quite soothing, and just recently I revisited that acquaintance.

“McCallum” ran as a series of eight episodes over a three-year period from 1995 to 1998, each a self-contained story. The pilot, “Key to My Heart,” is typical of the series, as McCallum struggles to reconnect with his former live-in girlfriend Joanna (Suzanna Hamilton). After an argument with Joanna, McCallum sleeps with a police colleague, only to have her turn up dead by gunshot the next morning. McCallum, responsible for the post-mortem, is also likely to become the chief suspect if the police learn of his involvement.

The police investigators are series regulars, a crack team of field investigators led by gruff, confrontational Detective Inspector Bracken (Gerard Murphy) and his assistant, Detective Sergeant Smalls (Alex Walkinshaw). Their interplay in investigating the crimes as the medical examiners analyze the scientific evidence frequently drives the plot, as clever discoveries in the lab don’t always match up with the detectives’ inquiries in the field. Bracken in particular is a wonderful character, a skilled and experienced detective with little patience for McCallum’s unconventional ways. Both are sympathetic characters, but they regularly conflict in their views, providing ample opportunities for two talented actors to tangle.

Another key regular is Zara Turner as Dr. Angela Moloney, a less experienced medical examiner working with McCallum. Viewers may recognize Turner from her best friend role in Sliding Doors, though most of her work has been in British television. As the series progresses, Moloney provides an interesting romantic foil for McCallum and his on-again, off-again relationship with Joanna.

If you like either John Hannah or British police shows, “McCallum” is likely to appeal to you, but it’s important to be mentally prepared for all the coincidences that get McCallum into various sticky situations with his work. In much the same way that every hamlet visited by Jessica Fletcher in “Murder She Wrote” ends up enduring a Terminator-level killing spree, McCallum almost invariably encounters some personal connection to the deaths he investigates, connections which, as noted above, often drive the plot. Whether as a suspect in the crime, as a potential victim of the killer, or in some other manner, McCallum somehow gets involved with the crimes he’s investigating with a frequency that can only occur in TV-land. (Of course, what are the odds that a brilliant surgeon, a former Iraqi torturer, and an FBI fugitive would crash-land on a desert island populated by a hostile scientific expedition, stray polar bears, and a mysterious black smoke creature?)

“McCallum” really can’t function dramatically without this plotting, as the central idea is that McCallum is somewhat isolated from those around him and rarely knows whom he can trust with certainty. But really, what we’re seeking here is a good story with extra John Hannah and some cool British cops. If you enjoy a dark murder mystery in rainy, washed-out London, give “McCallum” a try. A sharp slap of good British gin won’t hurt the experience either.

How the Pairing Held Up: A marriage of convenience more than anything else, but it’s hard to imagine being more contented than kicked back on the bed, sipping a gin cocktail and watching John Hannah solve crimes while flirting with Zara Turner.

Tastes Like: Watching Zara and Joanna fight over McCallum, only to giveinto a their mutual burning passion … wait, what were we talking about?

Overall Rating: 13 out of 17 scalpels.

Shameless Shill of the Week: One of AMC’s publicists contacted me after seeing the “Mad Men” review earlier this week to advise me that the show’s pilot episode is available in its entirety online at AMC’s website. For the uninitiated among you looking to get a jump on the July 20 Season One marathon, or for those of you who would rather watch good drama at work than, you know, do some work, here’s your chance to get the ball rolling.

Ted Boynton is a dedicated sot who would leave his barstool only to stalk Whit Stillman, if anyone could find Whit Stillman. Ted also manages to hold down a job and a wife, three hours each per day, whether they need it or not. Readers may scold, hector, admonish or taunt Ted by e-mailing him at thecarygrantrules@hotmail.com.


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Comments

Love John Hannah! I'll have to look into this, but I always feel like a pint of a good microbrew goes better when I'm watching British television. What can I say, I stereotype!

Also, season one of Mad Men is onDemand, as well. I'm hooked!

Posted by: HB at July 11, 2008 10:29 AM

Ah, John Hannah... the sole reason that I own Sliding Doors and Four Weddings and a Funeral.

Should have thought to include him in my five freebies yesterday... He could easily usurp Bruce-Willis-as-John-McClane.

Posted by: Pea at July 11, 2008 10:33 AM

How is it that Ted still hasn't discovered Cracker?
Seems like the BC's most obvious pairing...

Posted by: clocker at July 11, 2008 10:36 AM

Ah, John Hannah, fond memories. Can I have a celebrity star struck moment here (and turn a few of you green)? I've met him, while he was filming the rather awful film Before You Go. Nice guy - sat with us humble extras and chatted rather than hide in his trailer. Just as lovely in person as he is on screen; not unlike his Sliding Doors persona. Alackaday, I was but a teenager and not woman enough to attempt to pounce on him. How I regret it. Sort of. Not sure I like him so much these days. Every time I see him doing the first-class flight adverts, it makes me go cold and whisper a little prayer for John-Hannah-who-was...

Posted by: zarahruth at July 11, 2008 10:47 AM

What kind of madman doesn't love a mojito? That is my very favourite cocktail. God, I love the Cubans.
Take-Home Chef made a similar ginger beer cocktail with mint leaves on one episode, but his drink used vodka. That seemed a little odd. Your use of gin makes more sense to me. I've got a bunch of leftover fresh mint in the fridge... I should buy some soda and get to consumin'.

Posted by: Lannie at July 11, 2008 11:07 AM

I'm with you, Pea. All his other shining traits aside, that lyrical brogue of his never fails to turn me into a giant puddle of swoon.

Looks like I'm adding this to my netflix cue. And checking the AMC sight later! Thanks, Mr. Boozehound!

On a side note, I wonder how well a GiGi or Gin-Gin Mule would do with Tanqueray Rangpur (hey, I like limes)....Only one way to find out!

**glug-glug-glug-glug-glug...**

Posted by: ShinyKate at July 11, 2008 11:18 AM

Mmm, John Hannah. He's one whom I constantly mistake for other actors until I hear him speak. There's no rational or acceptable reason for this. I suppose my brain has a John Hannah block. Perhaps he violated me as a child and I've chose to repress him as a memory.

Posted by: Mella at July 11, 2008 11:20 AM

What's with all this anglophilia.... gin, british tv, proper grammar. Are you too good for American stuff, hippie? I expect your next review to be about bourbon and Law & Order. Don't mess with me, boozehound, I have no compunction about reporting you to homeland security

Posted by: megbon at July 11, 2008 11:25 AM

Clocker, that's a very good point about Cracker! You'd also get the (older) Harry Potter crowd and the gambling addiction demographic.

Posted by: StephanieS at July 11, 2008 11:31 AM

Now while I have no problem with McCallum, I have to wonder why you didn't pick Rebus which has Hannah as a complicated Scot detective whose constant companion is a bottle of single malt (to the point that a distillery a couple of years ago released a limited edition Rebus whiskey). The best part is that the back drop of a gloomy Edinburgh with its amazing old arhitecture and its gritty new-build estates set the scene so perfectly.

Also on the Mojito I have to say, the drink only works if made with fresh mint and real cane sugar that slowly dissolves as one drinks. The pre-made mixes are just syrupy goo. I also highly recommend the Mojito Royale in which one swaps the Club soda for champagne (to be served this Saturday at my Bastille Day party along with the Boozhound's French 75 recipe)

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 11, 2008 11:33 AM

Megbon:

Hannah is Scottish and plays a Scot so I posit that the term "anglophilia" does not apply.

However, I'm totally with Stephanie and Clocker on the Cracker love. Truly the best crime procedural ever (even after my beloved Christopher Ecclestone left the show). And it has the best line ever on a crime show:
"Good old British justice, innocent until proven Irish."

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 11, 2008 11:37 AM

John Hannah and GiGis...mmmmm. July 20th marathon of Mad Men...mmmmm.

Posted by: jM at July 11, 2008 11:38 AM

Paddydog I think I love you.

I've never heard of a Mojito Royale but I assure you that will be remedied immediately. Mixing my two favorite drinks (I grow fresh mint for the sole purpose of a luscious mojito)...wow, I think I just squeed myself. Thank Pajeebus I'm working from home today!

Posted by: Stella at July 11, 2008 11:45 AM

Heck, I never even realized Hannah was the guy in Sliding Doors, a movie for which I have an affection I can't really explain. Now that I recall it, he was pretty good. Guess I'll have to put this in the mental "look for that sometime" drawer, along with "Cracker" and "Prime Suspect."

Posted by: Todd at July 11, 2008 11:49 AM

also, too right on the John Hannah love - he is the second reason I own Sliding Doors. The first being I had to buy the dvd so that I could show my hairdresser the cut I wanted. I, in real life, have hair much like "gullible" Gwenyth - and for a while there, I lopped it off for the "new and improved" Gwenyth look. It was a killer look but a bitch and a half to maintain.

Posted by: Stella at July 11, 2008 11:49 AM

Stella:

One word of caution: once you've had a Mojito Royale you can never go back. It's an instant addiction. The Club soda just won't cut it anymore.

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 11, 2008 11:52 AM

There aren't enough words for the ungodly things I'd do to FWaaF-era John Hannah. Problem is, I literally haven't seen him in anything for about 7 years. Is he still alive? What on earth happened to him?

Posted by: Shay at July 11, 2008 11:58 AM

Shay:

Aren't you in Ireland? John Hannah has been doing Cold Blood (another crime procedureal) on ITV for the past four years or so. Sigh! You must actually have a life while I sit here in Chicago listening to DriveTime with Mary Wilson.

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 11, 2008 12:05 PM

Stella, I too used Sliding Doors Gwyneth as a visual aid for a switch from long and boring hair to short and spunky (I couldn't bite the bullet and go blonde, though)! Annoying maintenance, indeed. I miss my short hair...

Posted by: HB at July 11, 2008 12:11 PM

HB, I went the whole nine yards: went from waist length dishwater-blond (romantic description, I know) hair to short, blond and bitchin' - right in time for college graduation. It was awesome for about a month, but since my hair grows like a weed, it became such a pain getting the back shaved every 6 weeks. Now I'm back to long hair but every time it hits 100 degrees in Texas I wonder if I shouldn't chop it off again... which is like almost every week. Goddam weather.

Sigh Mr Stella and I are --->

Posted by: Stella at July 11, 2008 12:35 PM

socalled - I am calling you a liar. An unintentional liar, perhaps, but a liar nonetheless. Back when you described your ultimate margarita recipe you told us that we could find agave nectar at Whole Foods. That may be the case in Californian Whole Foods, but it is not the case at my local Whole Foods. I wandered up and down that aisle for a long time before I had to accept defeat. I was, and continue to be, incredibly disappointed! How am I going to try this fabulous sounding recipe without agave nectar?! I think I hate you.

Posted by: tamatha at July 11, 2008 12:36 PM

ok, wow, that didn't work now did it?

I meant to say something like: Mr Stella and I are very close to to just up and moving to Oregon... this Texas weather is just the last straw.

anyway....nevermind.

Posted by: Stella at July 11, 2008 12:37 PM

God what did happen to WHit Stillman. I loved his movies!

Posted by: mandy at July 11, 2008 12:38 PM

Paddydog, Rebus is also great viewing, and very dark in nature. I suppose strictly speaking, Cracker qualifies as Scots-centric too. People tend to forget Robbie Coltrane is Scots as they've heard his Cornish/Devon H.P. accent for so long.

Extra points to you for remembering the Cracker quote. Hah. (I grew up in Belfast, but currently being baked alive in Texas).

Posted by: StephanieS at July 11, 2008 1:00 PM

Tamatha, the agave nectar should be with the maple syrup and honey at fine markets. If your Whole Foods doesn't have it, try your local gourmet food store or liquor supply outlet. Or you could grow agave in your backyard.

Posted by: ted boynton at July 11, 2008 1:01 PM

Oh, on the subject at hand. I love me some John Hannah, and I loved Sliding Doors. I think I may need to rent that one again soon.

I agree with socalled that his performance in FWaaF was heart wrenching. The funeral scene and that specific poem really captures the experience of grief.

Posted by: tamatha at July 11, 2008 1:03 PM

Oh. Why didn't you say so in the first place? I was in the juices/nectar area of the store. Ok, I will put the hate on hold.

And, I can't grow agave in my backyard, I live in Western Mass!

Posted by: tamatha at July 11, 2008 1:06 PM

StephanieS:

If it's any consolation to you (while you bake), one of my sister's neighbours at home is a transplanted Texan who hates rain. He's a 6 ft 5 in guy who is now living in a 900 square foot cottage (he has to bend over to walk through the rooms). When he met his wife (she was on a trip to Texas), he drove a Ford F-150, now he drives a Toyota Yaris. And on top of all that, for the past 8 years, the entire village has held him personally responsible for the Bush administration and his actions.

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 11, 2008 1:13 PM

Hee! Stella and HB, I totally did the same thing... took a still of blonde Gwyneth to the hairdresser and asked for that look.

Sadly, it didn't work out so well (I, too, found the maintenance too much). I took my dad's hair clippers and gave myself a buzzcut shortly thereafter. Buzzcut was a little extreme, but grew out into an adorable little pixie cut.

Posted by: Pea at July 11, 2008 1:45 PM

Hannah is Scottish and plays a Scot so I posit that the term "anglophilia" does not apply.

Remember that Scottish/British/English Is/Is Not row we had? (Oo-er, and I'm using "row" too! And also "oo-er") Yeah, that was fun and ugly.

In part of my mind, Gwyneth will always have that short "Sliding Doors" hair, and part of me will always love her just for that. Meanwhile, I saw a glimpse of John Hannah today in the Mummy trailer and thought "'the hell's John Hannah doing here?.....oh, yeah, right!"

See, Weisz? That's LOYALTY and that shows CHARACTER!

Posted by: Jay at July 11, 2008 1:53 PM

Scottish people are awfully prickly about being confused for English. I speak from experience on that one.

That, however, does not make it any less fun to call socalled a "hippie." In light of our very first exchange (which he may or may not recall), I will embrace any opportunity, not matter how specious, to thrust the hippie moniker his way (somehow that came out kind of dirty...)

Posted by: megbon at July 11, 2008 2:18 PM

Oh I remember, sweet-smelling (presumably) hippie chick. How's the tofu?

Posted by: ted boynton at July 11, 2008 2:26 PM

Delicious, nutritious, and entirely undeserving of its reputation.

Posted by: megbon at July 11, 2008 2:30 PM

PaddyDog: I'm not gonna lie to you, I had never heard of Cold Blood before you mentioned it - which isn't so much to say that I have a life, more that while you sit in Chicago listening to Irish pop culture, I sit here in Dublin watching American shows and following American pop culture. I have honestly listened to DriveTime about 3 times in my life, and then it's because someone else puts it on in a car and hurling myself out into traffic is the marginally less preferable option.

Posted by: Shay at July 11, 2008 2:43 PM

Paddydog,

Thanks for the story! Your sister's Texas transplant neighbour has it way worse than me.

I've mostly acclimatized to the summer heat, and have become an expert gecko rescuer. I have taken personal responsibility for the formation of Iraq after WW1, so everyone is cool with me.

I will definitely be trying Ted's Gin Gin Mule. Thanks for the recipe, Ted.

Posted by: StephanieS at July 11, 2008 3:00 PM

Well there is one benefit of living just this side of hell (Texas)...
I put a load of laundry outside to dry this morning and it dried faster on the patio than it would have in the actual frickin' DRYER.

Holy fuck. I hate it here.

Posted by: Stella at July 11, 2008 3:05 PM

Shay:
Would you believe I never listen to it when I'm home. But there is a strategic upperhand to be had in being able to cut my mother off at the pass when she calls and says "you'll never guess what them feckers in the Dail have been doing now" by answering "why, yes actually, I do".

Posted by: PaddyDog at July 11, 2008 3:13 PM

Ah, yes, the heat and humidity we Bostonians have been suffering lo these many weeks has caused me to gaze longingly at the pixie cuts I see every now and again. I did get the post-V Natalie Portman style a couple years ago and it was a little more manageable...pea I envy your buzz cut boldness. I watched Empire Records the other day and when Robin Tunney shaved her I head I was thisclose to grabbing the nearest clippers...fortunately, I don't own any.

Posted by: HB at July 11, 2008 3:20 PM

Sliding Doors is one of my absolute favorite movies, and I have had a crush on him ever since. "Fact, they should be called the Featles."

Posted by: Allison112 at July 11, 2008 3:20 PM

"I have to wonder why you didn't pick Rebus"

I've only watched a couple of episodes, though I have the series now. I'm stoked for it, but McCallum is still his defining character in my mind.

Posted by: ted boynton at July 11, 2008 4:27 PM

a) Thanks for the tip, Boozehound, I do love a snarky Scot. Hell, I married one. Will have to check out this show.

b) Hoh-Lee-FUCK, I've only just now tried the French 75 tonight, and it is godtopusdamned POTENT! Yellow Tail Bubbles + my husband's own gin + lemon + sugar water = very drunk me! Damn, I thought GiGi was dangerous.

So, thanks and thanks.

Ditto from my husband.

Posted by: MO(meaux) at July 11, 2008 8:56 PM

Now, it may be the two vodka tonics and two mojitos talking, but when I can come to a site and find a review of McCallum, which was a hungover Saturday staple of mine for several blissful months in Europe, and a couple of fabulous cocktail recipes, I fall in love with Pajiba all over again. Man, I love you guys.

Posted by: eninnej at July 11, 2008 11:03 PM

He was the best thing about The Mummy.

I am so watching this.

Posted by: dsbs at July 12, 2008 1:46 AM

PaddyDog - God, that actually works for you? If my mother has decided she's telling me an anecdote about something she heard on the radio or something that "one of that shower in Fianna Fail!" has done to personally spite her, she's telling it come hell or high water. My presence is required to (a) respond with the occasional "Hmm" or "That's awful!" and (b) to make her feel (marginally) less crazy.

Posted by: Shay at July 12, 2008 9:48 AM

Trader Joe's has the agave nectar next to the sugar, and a few shelves from the maple syrup (at the moment).

Posted by: Gavin at July 13, 2008 3:17 PM

Oregon Stella, really? Maybe you should reconsider. It's not that great here. It rains a lot you know. And we can't pump our own gas. Are you sure? But then again I'm already a home owner so feel free to come and help continue to raise my property value.

As for the margarita recipe, I know it's late but I feel the need to contribute this anyways. I commented before that I too like my margaritas Ted style, but with Rose's lime juice instead of agave nectar. So in a completely unrelated move the Mr. recently picked up some agave nectar from one of our hippie designed alternative grocery chains (thank you hippies!) and told him that we must, must make margaritas with it. I couldn't remember the exact recipe from Mr. Boynton but I thought it was a two to one ratio of tequile to agave and lime juice, so I made a pitcher corresponding to that. Way. too. much. agave. I would halve it next time and double the lime juice. Either that or I would stick with Rose's lime juice instead. It was way too syrupy sweet. But if you like things that way I'm sure it would be ok.

Is this too long of a post? That's what I get from excessive wine consumption on a Sunday night. Speaking of, what movie/tv show are you going to review with a very expensive bottle of wine followed by finishing off an inexpensive box?

Posted by: katy at July 13, 2008 11:51 PM



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