Let us binge, let us binge, let us binge. My motto for the pandemic. I have three shows I’m religiously following each week, and this is the first to finish after four weeks. Leave it to the Brits to bring us a mystery.
Well, this one is a bit odd. I had no trouble with the acting, the mystery, but the conclusion was both creepy, a let-down, and slightly predictable — even if you didn’t want to admit it. Nevertheless, it’s an okay watch but not the best British mystery to survive a bag of popcorn.
Dave Tennant plays a dark and moody man, definitely with flaws being over-controlling and showcasing a compulsive obsessive disorder while in private. He is the victim of a tragedy — his wife and three children have died in a house fire, but his neighbor was able to save Tom Kendrick, the center of suspicion from that point onward.
The friendly families with children have their secrets, as well as affairs and questionable trysts. There are multiple flashbacks throughout the four episodes as each character reminisces about occurrences in the past, attempting to make sense of the horrific death of three children. When the medical examiner tells the police that the wife and children were injected with a needle and died before the fire, the suspicion turns towards the husband, of course. As the episodes progress and the secrets are revealed, you are made to wonder whether he did it or not. Everything points to him regardless of how many times he insists that he is innocent or washes his hands.
I cannot give this series accolades, but it’s worth the watch for whatever mystery you can squeeze out of it. Tennant does a great job acting the creep you think he is and the show at least has the merit of good acting.
I am also watching Belgravia and Mrs. America with weekly episodes. Actually, I’m enjoying those shows much more. Stay tuned for reviews to come.