I can’t remember the last series to offer such robust characters while still providing the viewer with such scope for interpretation. It’s been a pleasure to watch.
There’s a sense, and I know this must read like a flippant about face, that the show is spiralling out of control, the references stretched and the direction lost. I would happily maintain this protest, were it not so very intentional.
There’s no point dwelling over the matter that we’re watching first class telly here. Impossibly well written, directed and acted, this has been the best episode yet and I only just feel like the chase for the murderer has started. So far we’ve had a lot of tone setting, frustration building, and plot groundwork so to see the show garner pace is a relief. Let’s crack on.
There are a good many moments in the second episode of this psychological thriller that deserve reflection. Indeed I can’t think of a weak passage. Such is the intensity of each scene, so heavily stylised and signposted, that the narrative slows down. Frustrating yes, but brilliant.
The last time writer Allan Cubitt was in Ireland, Donegal was on its knees with potato crops failing. Following the death if his predecessor the new English Land Agent observed how poor land management had caused a nutritional and economic dependency on spuds.
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