What I'm thinking
about Call the Midwife in 200 words
Yes, of course it’s a sugary concoction. And yes, its relentless
subtext is that love conquers all. And yes, attitudes on race and class and,
even sexual preference, are anachronistically adjusted so that those in the
inner circle of huggable characters are not allowed to agitate us with archaic
prejudices.
And yet it earns a far lower tosh-rating than the late unlamented Downton Abbey. At least it doesn’t promote the dangerous myth that illness among the working classes was once taken care of by benevolent aristocrats. It consistently credits the NHS with transforming healthcare for the poor, while not glossing over other unsolved problems of poverty. And whereas Downton went through the Great War with only one life-changing injury, which turned out to be not so life-changing when the handsome paraplegic discovered he was only bruised and could walk after all, Call the Midwife has taken a straight look at babies effected by thalidomide, birth problems resulting from FGM, and mouthfuls of rotting teeth.
It has also made space in its casting for actors with Downs
Syndrome and, though the nuns and midwives are white, regularly employs actors
of colour to portray ordinary law-abiding mothers and fathers in functional relationships.
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