Dancing to disaster
The last moments of two episodes: two characters dancing to disaster. Both visually just wonderful. I didn’t think anything could top Eva’s dress and mariachi band on Tuesday. But, wow, Daniel at least matched it on Friday! Cocaine with vodka chasers. Both wildly partying, for wildly different reasons. Both headed for disaster.
Eva’s mariachi band
Eva decided to take the bit in her teeth and propose to Aiden. Johnny innocently suggested it. But, oh, I wish she’d thought a moment about it. About Aiden’s very very obvious reluctance to marry her. It’s not like she’s been exactly subtle about wanting a ring on it.
Aiden didn’t turn up for dinner with her at the Bistro. That’s because he was busy with Maria in the men’s toilets at the Rovers. Oh, icky beyond belief.
But Eva didn’t know that. She learned only that he was at the Rovers, so she moved the party there. In a flamboyant red dress, dancing down the street, leading the mariachi band and dancing supporters. Oh, she is just too wonderful. Even knowing she was dancing to disaster, the little parade was fabulous to watch.
Friday, while Daniel was waiting tables at the Bistro, Tracy managed to completely wind him up. After he told her that she was a vile cow, Robert told him to go home. But before that, he’d overheard a customer talking to Robert. An old friend, reminiscing about their good old druggy days and suggesting they resume them.
Scene switch to Daniel’s flat. Self-loathing, drugs and rock and roll. Daniel partying all by himself. Scary, and fabulous. Finally he flops on the sofa, gets the shakes and passes out.
Googling, trying to find the song playing, I saw that Coronation Street received complaints about this scene when it aired in the UK. Too bad! It was a jarring look at self-medication by a person in pain. It sends a message while staying consistent with the character and story. And that’s the most effective way to do it.