Yes, I said banking, but wait! Dont go anywhere! Its really good, and youll get sex, drugs and dead bodies, I promise!
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zeroes in on single mom er, mum Louise (Jodie Whittaker of Venus, in a bravura performance). No sooner has she been promoted at the bank where she works than her gal pals sleazy boyfriend approaches her with a proposition: to set up a false account for him, for which shell take home £10,000 (about $16,000, Yanks).
Despite knowing she shouldnt, she does, setting into play a metaphorical line of dominoes that branch this way and that, involving Indian businessmen with histories of human trafficking and assault, and an undercover cop (Toby Stephens, Die Another Day) who plays his cards so close to his chest, its difficult to tell what side hes really on. Same goes for Louise, who graduates from innocent to devious over the course of the three 45-minute episodes.
Yes, Wired is over and done with in 134 minutes, so its like watching a long movie, and its rather rewarding to consume it as a whole. The Brits really know the limits of story, and get out when they should, whereas if this were remade in America, we would take the same plot and needlessly stretch it out into 12 or 13 hours, and then probably limp along for another season before the chloroform-soaked rag of cancellation came calling. Theres something to be said for brevity and efficiency, as youll see in this minor gem of a high-stakes finance mystery.
No extras are offered on the disc; just be pleased youre getting to see something different from the usual and from under the radar. Its mildly intense, certainly slick and all in all compelling. Rod Lott