It’s
no secret that the acting profession is a very fragile one, and I daresay there
remain thousands of fully-trained drama school graduates waiting for their Big
Break. This son of Salford was 25 when making his professional stage debut,
then came the film Let Him Have It,
with TV parts in hot pursuit. It was in
1993 that Eccleston first appeared in the new ITV crime series Cracker as the ambitious, young DCI
Bilborough.
He
wasn’t the star. That status was reserved for Robbie Coltrane, whose
performance as criminal psychologist Fitz rightly earned him three successive
BAFTAs. The creator and lead writer was Jimmy McGovern who, in the coming
decade became synonymous with tough, gritty Northern television drama. Therefore
Cracker was no ordinary cop show.
Conventions were frequently turned on their head which made it such compelling
viewing. You never knew what was coming next, yet I remember the shock when
Eccleston’s character was lured to his fatal encounter with a bayonet in the
hands of serial killer Albie (Robert Carlyle). That particular three-parter
remains possibly the most stunning example of crime fiction I’ve ever seen –
“spellbinding”, I called it in my contemporary diary.
Like
McGovern, Christopher Eccleston was also for a while to be associated with
hard-boiled, uncompromising drama set in Northern England, just like the movies
which had originally attracted him to acting. In ’95, I was moved to describe
his “brilliant performance” in another McGovern work, Hearts and Minds. This time he played a young, idealistic teacher
up against the system. In particular, his unorthodox way of making iambic
pentameter engaging to a bored class was truly magnetic.
The
following year, he was another young, idealist, up against the, etc, etc. Peter
Flannery’s Our Friends in the North
could have been one of those BBC2 serials I sometimes tuck away in the
pigeonhole labelled ‘Worthy but Too Difficult” but, like millions of others, I
was hooked from the off. Much of the appeal of the production, which followed
the lives of four Newcastle friends across three momentous decades, lay in the
performances of the four leads. The supporting cast was to die for but
Eccleston was the only star I’d heard of. Gina McKee, Mark Strong and a certain
Daniel Craig were the others. Whatever happened to him? The Albie story in Cracker was memorable, but the finale to
Our Friends…, played out to the
then-current Oasis hit ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’, was a five-minute nugget of
epoch-making TV gold.
Fast
forward four years and Chris was back in Lancashire, albeit in a relatively
minor role. He cropped up in a few episodes of Paul Abbott’s McGovern-esque Clocking Off, the classy cast of which
read as a veritable who’s who of
Northern acting talent, from Sarah Lancashire to Philip Glenister, Siobhan
Finneran to Ricky Tomlinson.
Various
TV movies followed, before his career took what I considered an unexpected turn
into left-field territory. In 2004, when the long-awaited reboot of Doctor Who
reached the primary casting announcement, I was at first flummoxed. Christopher
Eccleston? The DOCTOR?! Apprehensive that the successor to my childhood
favourite show would founder on the decision to cast the familiar grouchy,
miserable Mancunian as the much-loved lighthearted Time Lord, I watched the
first part in 2005 with considerable anxiety. Of course, I needn’t have
worried. The series was a huge hit. Even Dad enjoyed it! The Russell T
Davies/Julie Gardner incarnation deftly retained ingredients from the original
(Tardis, familiar adversaries, etc) while ramping up the special effects and
making it a must-see drama for all ages.
From
the moment he rescued Billie Piper’s Rose with an urgent “Run!”,
Eccleston and his leather jacket wormed their way into my affections. When such
an alien’s Northern accent was queried by Rose (let’s face it, we were all
thinking the same thing), it was swiftly swatted away with something like “Why
not?” Hmm, I mused, fair enough! It was even harder to reconcile the actor with
such an enormous smile, habitually accompanied by his new catchphrase,
“Fantastic!”, but he brought some genuine acting chops to that series. The
episode with the last remaining Dalek in the universe, captive and emasculated,
was as good as any I’ve seen.
When in a later scene the Doctor yells an impassioned but uncharacteristically
aggressive “Why don’t you just die?” the lonely old enemy’s perceptive retort
was simultaneously chilling and thought-provoking: “You would make a good
Dalek…” Ouch!
And
yet, no sooner had he first appeared as the old Time Lord, word would leak that
Christopher Eccleston would not be back for a second series. What? So soon? Instead
he headed Stateside to rake in several fistfuls of dollars for roles in various
sci-fi/fantasy ventures.
The
only one I watched, and purely because at the time I was living alone and there
was little competition on Tuesdays at 9pm, was Heroes.
Amidst a motley crew of reluctant heroes blessed – or cursed – with so-called
‘superpowers’, Eccleston played a twitchy invisible Claude, English accent
unchanged, doing his best to thwart the evil bad guys seeking to exploit the powers for their own dastardly
purposes. It was so compelling I even watched the entire series, although the
novelty had worn off the following year. In any case, our Chris was no longer
involved.
Indeed
it was several years, and three house moves later, before I again caught him in
a new production. BBC1’s Safe House featured Eccleston as an ex-cop who agrees to use his remote house in the Lake
District as a refuge for potential victims of criminal reprisals and the two
seasons proved to be superior thrillers. The star even seemed to indulge in
some genuine lake swimming.
However
diving into open water in Sky Atlantic’s Fortitude was definitely inadvisable. The Arctic Circle environment was far too
forbidding and hostile for such leisure pursuits. We only tuned in because of a
limited-period Sky deal while we sat in our then-unfurnished living room in
Saundersfoot, but we became hooked by the increasingly dark and frankly
preposterous tale of unhinged polar bears and the even more unhinged Richard
Dormer. Sadly, Eccleston’s contribution was brief. His research scientist
character was murdered in the very first episode, one of a gruesomely
impressive body count which also included Sofie Grabol, Michael Gambon and Ken
Stott. Never mind, for a month or so it was perfect winter viewing.
His
role in 2018’s Come Home was a meatier one, although some took exception to his Northern Ireland accent,
and in The A Word,
he is a nicely-judged comedy turn as the widowed granddad to an autistic boy.
He’s not very good with people but adores young Joe. It’s another series set in
The Lakes although this time he’s more into fell running than swimming. At the
end of series two he collapses with a suspected heart attack so let’s hope he
survives into the third run later this year, coronavirus permitting.
But
then he’s Christopher Eccleston. Playing the same character for years doesn’t
seem to be part of his career path, nor does it need to be. Whether as star or
supporting, there can be few actors in greater demand, and justifiably so.