When Rosie first returned, I wasn’t sure she was “the real Rosie”, i.e. Helen Flanagan. She seemed like a very similar looking actress who had diligently watched Helen Flanagan’s tapes, perfecting and surpassing Rosie’s signature moves. It was a Rosie caricature, which takes some doing.
Another character popped into my mind too: Alexis from CBC’s Schitt’s Creek. Rosie was funny, in the way that Annie Murphy as Alexis is. You watch, enjoy, and are very glad that your time with this person is limited.
Realizing this actually was Helen Flanagan, and aware that her character has been living in Miami with the Beautiful People, I could believe. Rosie would soak up the fluff like a sponge. And she already had the vacuity and self-absorption. So what would you expect her to be like when she returns home? Exactly as she is.
However, add to it that she is an unwitting international drug mule just makes it seem more like another world than that of Weatherfield, or of Coronation Street. Rosie and all of the Webster-Windass storylines are channelling American soaps. Too many big, nasty, evil plots, too many crises. Too many people yelling, too many secrets and plot-points hinging on misunderstandings.
On a side note from earlier in this story, Anna going off on Kevin because he took money from Sally for half of Sophie’s medical costs made no sense to me whatsoever. Other than to set up conflict between them. Shouldn’t Sally share the costs for her children? Why wasn’t Anna saying long ago, ‘what about Sally? Why isn’t she helping out with this?’
After seeing Rosie’s parallel universe Wednesday, Daniel took me back in time. Channelling the young Ken Barlow, he looked through his literature prism at his back street world. Ken then, Daniel now, trying to explain the view to someone who sees spud-digging as digging spuds. Who sees sewing buttonholes as making a fastener for clothes, not as the life-force of creation.
I’ve only seen some early episodes of Coronation Street on video, so don’t know Ken from then. But I felt I was seeing him when Daniel showed the poem to Sinead and talked about it. It is “Digging” by Seamus Heaney. And it is everything Daniel said about it. Daniel would have a more intellectually fruitful discussion about its meaning with his father, but it seems to have served its purpose with Sinead.