Many of the scenes are like strange dreams. A Chinese woman blows red powder into the horse's face; there is a singing Irish barmaid (who will turn out to be a police spy); a man known as Whiz Bang is suffering from what would now be called post-traumatic stress and goes mad and stabs an Italian man. Tommy shoots Whiz Bang in the back of the head, down by the canal, an act witnessed by two Italians.
"In the bleak mid-winter," recites Tommy as he pulls the trigger. It is an eye-for-eye act, carried out to avert outright war with the rival Italian gang. It is also trickery: Whiz Bang falls into a barge but he is not dead. He is now and forever a Peaky Blinder.
The Blinders have pinched a consignment of guns, which brings to Birmingham, a copper from London with a fearsome reputation. Detective Inspector Chester Campbell, played by Sam Neill, has cleaned Belfast of the IRA. Neill's copper's moustache makes a welcome return appearance, as does his brooding.
Campbell meets a young, and foppish, MP, Winston Churchill (Andy Nyman), on a train to discuss the way to tackle the pesky Peaky Blinders, and to get those guns back. "Love the hat, by the way," said Churchill. "Thank you. It's beaver," said the copper. That was one of a few moments when I had not the foggiest idea what was going on.
Peaky Blinders looks fantastic, if fantastically filthy and smoky and dark, but watching it is, so far, like wandering about Birmingham, just after the war, often aimless, trying to work out just who that is lurking around that corner and what it is they're up to. It is very stagey and sometimes this works and at other times it just feels stagey.
I suspect boys who read Beano might like it a bit more than I did. It is quite blokey, but then it is about gangs.
On a girly note, I was certainly intrigued by the hair. What strange hairdos those geezers had back then: Shaved on the sides and Hugh Grant floppy on the top. That the hair was, for me, quite a distraction might say something about how captivating, or not, the plot is.
- TimeOut