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There’s a certain allure to the cat-and-mouse hunt. Countless murder and crime dramas have employed the familiar premise: enemies engaged in a game of predator and prey, moving around and one step ahead of one another, communicating in metaphors and code, and savoring the heady rush of the chase. Paralleling the common ground between such polar opposites as a justice-pursuing protagonist and their criminally minded adversary (i.e., Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty or Clarice Starling and Hannibal Lecter) blurs our ethical delineations and prods at the brain’s inner workings — and, nine times out of ten, it’s deliciously wicked fun.
Creator and writer Tom Grieves’ series The Game models itself after this notion. Although the four-episode first season (all episodes were provided for review) doesn’t reach the same heights as the genre-defining psychological thrillers that inspired it, The Game is still a lively diversion with solid entertainment value, an excellent cast, heartily on-the-nose clichés, and moments of unsettling tension.
After a long and exhaustive search, Detective Huw Miller (Jason Watkins) has finally cornered the serial killer dubbed the Ripton Stalker. Not only is this case gruesome, it’s personal; the elusive culprit, who slowly torments his victims into psychological breakdowns before brutally slicing them apart, has sent Huw a string of targeted and taunting letters. As Huw’s terrible luck would have it, the Stalker slips out of his determined pursuer’s grasp once again. Three years later, as the comfortably middle-aged Huw prepares for his early retirement (a scenario that never ends well), the case remains unsolved. As for the departure Huw’s workaholic tendencies dread, only his protégé, Jenny Atkins (Amber James), cares enough to join him for a farewell pint at the nearest pub.
From hour one, Huw is restless and bored to tears with every task he tackles, be it golfing, cycling, or fixing the refrigerator. Cue the arrival of professional junk repairman Patrick Harbottle (Robson Green), who moves into the vacant house of Huw’s recently, and suspiciously, deceased neighbor (Gordon Kennedy). Huw has barely welcomed Patrick to the neighborhood before the amiable stranger drops the phrase, “Catch you later” — the same sign-off that concludes every letter the Ripton Stalker wrote Huw. Is it merely a coincidence that spins the idle investigator into absurd paranoia? Or are Huw’s practiced instincts correct, and the ruthless sociopath has re-emerged to play a different kind of mind game? No matter the truth, in a situation this precarious, Huw stands to lose everything.
Between camera framing, pointed score cues, and an abrupt instance of product placement that’s as subtle as a sledgehammer, some of The Game’s dramatic moments land closer to heavy-handed soap opera than the gritty thriller to which it aspires. It’s also prone to employing logistical leaps that are too large to dismiss, like a wary detective telling the man he considers a mass murderer how much he cherishes his wife (Sunetra Sarker’s Alice). Some of Huw’s convenient oversights can be chalked up to his rapid descent into frenzied distress, but taken as a whole, The Game stumbles through a distracting, bumpy start. Once the main set pieces are in place, the series smooths out, becoming more measured and somber and gaining the necessary momentum to escalate into a payoff that’s both sturdy and just melodramatic enough to be fun, rather than tonally distracting.
On paper, neither Huw nor Patrick are radically unique characters with extensive development; it’s an area where the season’s four episodes work against its ambitions. They’re capable enough archetypes to carry this scenario for its allotted runtime, however, and in a two-hander shared by phenomenal character actors who could ace these parts in their sleep, The Game’s suspenseful aims and tactical mental warfare land where they need to. The prolific Watkins imbues Huw with an easy-going, good-natured, and slightly bumbling everyman charm that unravels (alongside his life) into rambling despair, self-destructive isolation, and soul-shaking guilt. At times, one wishes that Huw were a more assured match for his torturer, but even at his lowest, he’s not immune to gaining the upper hand.
As for Green, it’s a change of pace for him — his highest-profile roles being criminal investigators — to dip his toes into a playful, almost winking menace. Patrick is too slippery and suave to be true, gaslighting with every step and integrating himself into the neighborhood — and the vulnerable corners of Huw’s home — as the amiable and handsome new handyman. Green partakes in some gentle scenery consumption, his eerie smirks and sneers accompanied by the occasional snarl when someone gets under his skin for a change. James’ Jenny and Sarker’s Alice are also formidable players, the former torn between her loyalties and the latter shifting from bubbly sunshine to heartbroken spouse to an intuitive parent.
Given its deliberately unresolved finale and its marketing as the first of at least two seasons, The Game has several curiosity-sparking avenues it might pursue. Solidifying and building upon its strengths is the obvious choice, but whatever happens next in this particular case, The Game has plenty to offer as a psychology-first thriller with dangling potential and some occasional wry detours into unintentional humor. Before your viewing night is over, it might just make you double-check that a stranger isn’t lurking in that shadowy corner.
