I found the end of The Guilty a bit of a cop out. Different, yes. Thrilling, sort of. But it had a frustrating “and he woke up and it was all a dream” feel to it, which made me ball up my fists and pummel them into the nearest scatter cushion. It was all just a terrible accident. Of course.
Disappointed? I was. I’ve always considered myself to be something of an armchair detective, but this episode left me scratching my head.
The similarities between last night’s The Guilty and award winning ITV thriller Broadchurch were glaringly obvious. Missing child? Tick. Attractive mother? Tick. Brooding father? Tick. Detective trying to juggle work and family life? Tick, tick, tick.
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