Netflix billed the show as a true-crime binge-watch – but its narrative arc is the opposite of cathartic.
“The public need to see what they’re paying for,” says Huw Robinson during Radio 3's instillation at the Southbank Centre.
And I'm not just talking about the fact they've both been left with a old, wrinkly narcissist.
Five more episodes to go, after which its “feminist” writer (his word, not mine), Allan Cubitt, should pull the plug on it at last. Plus: Damned.
When 21-year-old Alfie Deyes released his first book, it was No 1 on the Sunday Times bestseller list for 11 weeks. Who are the YouTubers – and why are their books so successful?
The breakfast show on 102.5 FM Sportiva blasts from windows and my friend Lucia sucks her teeth as we wind on foot through the cars. “Che STRESS.”
Will the former Westminster high-flyer impress the judges and fans?
I don't care how cheerful my colleagues find it - the world needs fewer anodyne young men with big dreams and bad icing.
Is it possible the network didn’t realise that presenting and judging talent was not attached to the Bake Off format when they spent the big bucks?
“The clue is in the name – bake well, don’t bake badly.”
The story of a disgraced light entertainer, written with a light touch by Jack Thorne, is the most challenging thing on British television these days.