Apple Tree Yard by Louise DoughtyYvonne Carmichael sits in the witness box. The charge is murder. Before all of this, she was happily married, a successful scientist, a mother of two. Now shes a suspect, squirming under fluorescent lights and the penetrating gaze of the alleged accomplice whos sitting across from her, watching: a man whos also her lover. As Yvonne faces hostile questioning, she must piece together the story of her affair with this unnamed figure who has charmed and haunted her. This is a tale of sexual intrigue, ruthless urges, and danger, which has blindsided her from a seemingly innocuous angle. Here in the courtroom, everything hinges on one night in a dark alley called Apple Tree Yard.
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I cried, I really did. And, boy, it takes a lot to make me do that. My eyes had been transfixed on the screen while we awaited the last of the four verdicts for the two defendants. There was a wickedly long pause, and then it came… She was not guilty of either the murder or manslaughter of rapist George Selway. Her lover Mark Costley, who had killed him, was sent down for manslaughter, but after hearing about his gross philandering we had long stopped caring about him. Hats off to actor Mark Bonnar for that transformation! Back in court, by the time we reached the verdicts we had all been through the mangle, with amazing Emily Watson squeezing every last drop of emotion out of us as she sobbed in the dock recounting the full horror of her rape to a disbelieving barrister.
Her trial in the Old Bailey is less concerned with DNA evidence, finally hinging on a much more observable detail: the London laneway that she and her secret lover slipped into, at the start of a horrifically fateful night. For its excellent supporting role, London is rewarded with an unlikely new tourist spot: a photo op for fans of forbidden fruit. First it savours the sin, then it punishes the sinner excessively. When Yvonne is brutally raped by a colleague, she conceals the event, partly because she fears she will be marked forever by victimhood, but largely to keep her new secrets submerged. The truth might set her free, the show keeps insisting, but it seals us tight into the claustrophobia of her anonymous emails and untraceable phones, awaiting inevitable discovery, like the suffragette in the broom cupboard. Chaplin, suave and swarthy, is kept suitably unknowable, a blank screen for her projections. Rape on television is often an unthinking plot device, used to destroy women or spur avenging males.
Okay, not film exactly this week, but a TV adaptation — same diff!, A respected, middle-aged, married scientist meets a stranger and experiences such a powerful attraction to him that, moments later, she has sex with him in a public place without even learning his name. Is this the thrilling explosion of a passionate nature, long held in check by the demands of propriety and duty?
By Jim Shelley for MailOnline. No its fatal flaw was it transpired that not one but both of the protagonists were not just pathological, polished, liars but inveterate fantasists. So when the verdicts came in there were only from the jury, not necessarily the viewers. All's well: There were some parts of the way the drama was dealt with that made Yvonne easier to trust. Mark Costley was found Guilty of manslaughter, not murder, having viciously killed George Selway the man who had brutally raped Carmichael. They could have been forgiven for feeling less certain they knew what had really happened, and why. What Dr.