![]() The resting vibe is Sexy Beast with extra gormlessness and even pinker sunburn. This is where we rejoin them: pregnant Tash and Albert running the Golden Palms hotel, and Sidney operating a beach bar. Directed by James De Frond, it’s created by and stars the Bafta-winning People Just Do Nothing team (Steve Stamp, Allan Mustafa, Hugo Chegwin), with Tom Davis co-starring and co-writing.Īt the end of last year’s first series (spoiler alert), Big Mick (Davis) was apprehended, Phil (Chegwin) was left for dead and hapless Albert (Mustafa), his tough, smart wife Tash (the glorious Emer Kenny) and her brother, Sidney (Stamp), escaped to the non-extradition “Costa del Crime” in Spain. Over to Channel 4 for the second series of The Curse, a comedic riff on a multimillion gold bullion heist pulled off by bungling misfits (loosely nodding to the 1983 Brinks-Mat robbery, which was turned into the recent well-received BBC thriller The Gold). As the investigation gets under way, the formal MIU interviews are sharply honed, exciting and, yes, reminiscent of a medical-themed Line of Duty. She’s surrounded by credibly exasperated NHS staff (including Hannah Walters and Priyanka Patel). Algar makes a great fist of the impressive but jittery and compromised medic, increasingly reliant on her boss (James Purefoy) to vouch for her. ![]() A major incident involving busy city traffic somehow evades the attention of witnesses and CCTV, despite occurring in broad daylight.įor all that, Malpractice is watchable, with strongly drawn characters. Sociopolitical nods to the stresses put on the NHS by the pandemic seem a tad tacked-on. Investigators barge bizarrely around busy wards barking questions. But before long –the whole series is available to stream – it buckles. ![]() Malpractice starts strongly, with candid, fast-paced hospital scenes. Niamh Algar excels as a frazzled A&E doctor in Malpractice. What initially appears to be a routine tragedy starts to look murky: strange timings altered patient notes a culture of illegal drug prescriptions. She’s investigated by the coolly intimidating Medical Investigation Unit (MIU), led by Helen Behan and Jordan Kouamé (both excellent). Niamh Algar plays Lucinda Edwards, a talented and frazzled A&E doctor who’s on duty – and in charge – when a patient dies of an opioid overdose. It’s written by Grace Ofori-Attah, a medic turned screenwriter in the mould of Jed Mercurio (who, pre- LOD, did Cardiac Arrest and Bodies) and Adam Kay ( This Is Going to Hurt). Over on ITV, from the production stable that brought you Line of Duty, there’s Malpractice, a new five-part medical thriller, directed by Philip Barantini, who was behind Boiling Point and last year’s superb Merseyside police drama The Responder. Still, subtlety, be damned: if spy thrillers are your bag, this show is stylish, full throttle and knows how to have a good time. There’s even a central-casting British baddie, albeit played wonderfully by a near sulphurous Lesley Manville. ![]() Mega-violence people running with pumping arms “memory data” hyperactive hopping around global locations/time zones. The resting vibe of The Curse is Sexy Beast with extra gormlessness and even pinker sunburnĪs it progresses, there are times when Citadel feels like 007: The ChatGPT Years, doling out cliches like an espionage-themed vending machine. Hyperreal and rowdy, the opening scenes play out like a Tarantino homage to David Leitch’s film Bullet Train. Eight years later, stricken with convenient amnesia, they are yanked back by Stanley Tucci’s deadpan controller to Citadel HQ, which naturally resembles something the CIA and Grand Designs vomited up together.Įxecutive produced by Anthony and Joseph Russo of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Citadel is intended as a franchise, with spin-offs in different territories, and it shows. To cut a high-octane, blood-spurting, eardrum-lacerating story short, the mission doesn’t go as planned. As well as buff, square-jawed agent Mason Kane (a sharp-suited, smouldering Richard Madden), there is his scarlet-garbed, femme fatale colleague Nadia Sinh ( Priyanka Chopra Jonas).Īt first, when Kane and Sinh collide you think it’s a standard testosterone-oestrogen meet-cute, but it isn’t long before they’re leadenly flirting/sniping the way characters do when they have history. Forget the knackered beta charm of Slow Horses, in which Gary Oldman’s tobacco-stained Jackson Lamb wheezes around the place like his lungs are on loan from the Chernobyl props department Citadel is defiantly, sometimes exhaustingly alpha.
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