I became riveted by the BBC television show, “RIVER”. (I love the name River, maybe that’s why I was drawn to it.) The show follows a detective in London as he tries to solve a case that has the potential to destroy him both personally and professionally. As the show progresses, we find ourselves becoming intimate with the challenges of mental illness, loneliness, immigration, grief… We find ourselves understanding facets of these issues in such a unique light.
Last night while watching the season finale, I found tears streaming down my face. I was drawn in to hope FOR River. I was cheering on his investigative pursuit, but more importantly cheering on personal honesty and all of the relief it could bring. River finally does open up and allows himself to be washed with the truth. He welcomes his feelings in a way he hasn’t since he was a boy. And as we experience it with him, we become more aware of our own desire for courage and honesty that heals.
Here is what River says about “LOVE”…
“In books and films and plays it’s always so compelling, so complex. There should be more than one word for ‘LOVE’. I’ve seen love that kills, and I’ve seen love the redeems. I’ve seen love that believes in the guilty, and love that saves the bereaved. What we will do for love – die for it…”
The show is so well-written. The actors are phenomenal. I highly recommend it, and look forward to Season 2.