Peter Capaldi is this political drama. Every scene without him in lacks for it. He is a seething swearing tornado, spinning through the ministerial corridors of power. He is the spin doctor that makes ministers wince and fawn. His outbursts are utterly brilliant. Sometimes the swearing reaches levels of creativity that are artistic. He makes stressed Eric (a cartoon series) look banal. The plot is pretty good, it shows ministers as puppets of the civil servants and reactionaries to media pressure, who knows how accurate that is but I suspect there is more than a grain of truth. This is secondary to the whirlwind of humour. There are good comedians around Capaldi but to be frank their candles are blown out by the force 12.
These specials focus on a potential change of leadership, which sees even the most placid characters worrying about their future and trying to attach themselves to the next big thing. Amidst all the carnage is the ringmaster that is Malcolm Tucker, who shares the same worries but tries to steer towards his preferred outcome. On the outside journalists are being fed scraps of information and scrambling to make sense of matters before the print deadline. Malcolm’s fellow Scot, Jamie, takes is more centre stage here displaying his anger and hatred of colleagues, trying to outdo his mentor. Brilliantly written and arguably reminiscent of real events in government, the whole experience is entertaining and provocative.