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BritBox Thriller Playing Nice Is Aggravating Yet Compulsively Watchable Television

BritBox Thriller Playing Nice Is Aggravating Yet Compulsively Watchable Television

Domestic thrillers are a dime a dozen on television these days. And, to be fair, they have their place—whether you’re looking for fast-paced plotting, a vague sense of menace, or simply the unapologetic and often campy entertainment, these sorts of shows are almost always on. Some are better than others—and unfortunately, BritBox’s latest entry into this category definitely falls toward the lower end of that spectrum. 

Playing Nice is the sort of drama where almost every character is some combination of deeply aggravating, completely idiotic, or laughably villainous. The plot twists are almost shockingly ridiculous, and there’s very little in the way of narrative nuance. Viewers are constantly asked to suspend their disbelief that any of the show’s preposterously convenient coincidences actually occur, and may well end up yelling at the screen more than once over the various inexplicably dumb choices that play out. And yet, clocking in at a briskly paced, thoroughly tumultuous four episodes (all of which were available for review), it’s also a show that’s surprisingly hard to look away from. 

The story follows a pair of couples who are faced with a parent’s worst nightmare when they learn their young sons were switched at birth. Stay-at-home dad Pete (James Norton) and his restaurateur partner Maddie (Niamh Algar) are not quite making ends meet raising young Theo, and are shocked when the hospital phones to tell them that recent testing on another child reveals two premature babies got mixed up in the intensive care unit three years prior. Suddenly, their lives are unexpectedly thrown together with the much more affluent Lamberts—Miles (James McArdle) and Lucy (Jessica Brown Findlay) are the parents to young David, and live in a spacious, state-of-the-art house complete with nannies, toys, and all manner of luxury. Their two worlds—and their two relationships—couldn’t be more different. 

There’s a different, slightly more serious version of this show that really digs into the ethical quandary at the heart of this story and the primal fear that every new mother undoubtedly possesses that, no matter how unrealistic it might be, her sleep-deprived, drugged-up self might somehow have misplaced her true child in this way. What does it mean to be a family, to truly love a child, is something that another version of this show might have asked, or at least been vaguely curious about. Both couples feel such a deep and evident connection to both children, and that’s the sort of murky emotional stuff a better series probably would have dug into further. Unfortunately, Playing Nice is not that show. Instead, it ramps the melodrama up to eleven.

At first, things seem to be going well: Neither couple wants to give up the child they’re currently raising, nor do they want to be cut out of the lives of the biological son they’ve only just discovered. The group vows to work together and find a path forward that allows young David and Theo to grow up as something like family, which in an unintentional way, they now are. But the group’s peace accord is almost shockingly brief. Before the credits roll on the first episode, we learn that there’s more to Miles and his insistent offers of friendship than meets the eye. Turns out that the Lamberts have been plotting to seek custody of both children all along, and have been establishing a truly breathtaking long-tail con to paint Pete and Maddie as unfit, even dangerous parents. 

As the series continues, the Lamberts’ behavior becomes more and more overtly, well, evil, but general social constraints and a laughably credulous string of child care and psychological professionals also help keep the Rileys consistently on the back foot. The series’ title implies there’s some larger commentary at work about the tensions between the outward-facing fronts couples present to the world and the more frank, often darker truths of their home lives, but it’s surface-level psychology at best.

A big part of Playing Nice’s appeal is its innate car crash quality: The unbelievable plot twists, the unapologetic fake outs involving everything from kidnapping to potential death, the outrageous and open villainy on full display that goes completely unremarked upon by fully 80% of the folks onscreen, the unbelievable ways seemingly decent people can manipulate law enforcement and the machinery of the justice system to their own ends. What can possibly happen next, you ask yourself. Surely, this is the moment someone will see the glaring red flags waving around any one of half a dozen issues? Now someone’s got to figure out the truth! Right?? The possibility of reckoning gives every seen a delicious shot of tension. 

The show is also gorgeous to look at, full of lush, windswept coasts, charming seaside fairs, and the sort of luxurious, aspirationally tidy homes with stunning views that tend to populate this sort of domestic thriller, no matter what country the program hails from. And the cast is game enough, with the series’ lead quartet doing its best to give their thinly-drawn characters something like depth.  In a swerve from his more familiar role as Tommy Royce on Happy Valley, Norton does his best warm and fuzzy dad routine that manages to feel sincere without becoming cloying, while Algar’s frequently snappish exterior gives way to hints of past trauma. And while Brown Findlay doesn’t get nearly enough to do until the show’s final hour, McArdle is clearly having the time of his life throughout, gleefully chewing scenery and fully indulging in his villain era. It’s enough to make you wish the group were taking part in an overall better show. 

There’s nothing particularly groundbreaking or memorable about Playing Nice, nor does the drama have anything especially profound to say about parenting. You’ll likely remember your frustration with it far longer than any of its plot specifics. And yet, while you’re watching it, you’ll still find yourself desperate to know what happens next. Plenty of shows can’t even manage that much. 

Playing Nice premieres August 26 on BritBox. 


Lacy Baugher Milas writes about TV and Books at Paste Magazine, but loves nerding out about all sorts of pop culture. You can find her on Twitter and Bluesky at @LacyMB

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