Yet another British triumph of style over substance, with long, agonising looks into the distance and police procedural work that makes no sense at all - e.g. a civilian "consultant" trapising around crime scenes unescorted and unsupervised. It's focal point is the now standard protagonist-with-painful-past who has "history" with a former colleague. Wow, how original.
It's the pacing that did it for me and like that dire series a couple of years ago with Gillian Anderson and Jamie Dornan (so poor that I can't be bothered trying to remember the name), it seems to take forever for the characters to react or respond to any on screen stimuli, even when in mortal danger. Instead we are treated to extreme close- ups of their angst-ridden faces - example ***SPOILER*** the main character breaks into a suspects house, quickly finds irrefutable evidence, then stares at it vacantly for what seems like forever. In REAL life, she would have GTF out of there and called the cavalry.
Avoid.
It's the pacing that did it for me and like that dire series a couple of years ago with Gillian Anderson and Jamie Dornan (so poor that I can't be bothered trying to remember the name), it seems to take forever for the characters to react or respond to any on screen stimuli, even when in mortal danger. Instead we are treated to extreme close- ups of their angst-ridden faces - example ***SPOILER*** the main character breaks into a suspects house, quickly finds irrefutable evidence, then stares at it vacantly for what seems like forever. In REAL life, she would have GTF out of there and called the cavalry.
Avoid.