Rachel Cooke trained as a reporter on The Sunday Times. She is now a writer at The Observer. In the 2006 British Press Awards, she was named Interviewer of the Year.
What began as the bastard child of Wes Anderson and Roald Dahl turned after four episodes into something more plangent and humane.
Plus: Poor Ben Miller – his sitcom I Want My Wife Back is excruciating.
Julia Davis's superbly twisted writing has created a gem. Plus: Scott & Bailey reviewed.
Undercover is a pleasingly intriguing addition to the BBC's line-up. Plus: Workers or Shirkers? reviewed.
Maigret Sets a Trap and The A Word reviewed.
Plus: why the ending of Happy Valley left me bereft.
Though my loathing for Downton borders on the pathological, I am keen on Trollope - but while Doctor Thorne is not bad, it's not great, either. Plus: Cooked.
I couldn't fathom the purpose of this dollop of heritage television, so ivy-clad it'll soon be available on DVD from the National Trust. Plus: Murder.
Even when the series is gripping, I keep being distracted by Travolta's weirdly unmoving face. Plus: The Night Manager.
I can't remember the last time I was so bored by a big-budget TV show. In fact, I only made it halfway through the first episode.
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