The epic medieval drama based on the novels by Bernard Cornwell continues. Following the battle of Dunholm, Uhtred is serving as lord of the Wessex town of Coccham – but trouble is brewing in nearby East Anglia and Aethelwold brings him news of a prophecy that raises questions of fate and duty for the warrior – and puts him at odds with Gisela. At Winchester, preparations for the royal wedding are under way as Aethelred of Mercia arrives. Beocca confides in Uhtred and is left with an important question to ask.
Comedy, starring Miriam Margolyes as an eccentric free spirit who, having revealed she is dying, decides to embark on a trip to tick off the items on her bucket list. Frog Stone co-stars as her more reserved daughter, who reluctantly comes along for the ride.
This straightforward, down-to-business fly-on-the-wall series follows detectives from Lancashire as they investigate crimes. A woman reports that her friend has been raped, while in another incident in another town, a man is captured on CCTV staggering into the street from a flat. He’s been stabbed numerous times and later dies of his injuries.
Cameras tag along throughout the inquiries. The detective sergeant in charge of tracking down the rapist, who overpowered and attacked a woman in her own home after they’d met on a dating website, brooks no nonsense. The man contacts her after she’s left a phone message. “Is it that serious you need to speak to me right now?” he wonders. Yes, it is.
While by no means an important piece of film-making, this is still so much better than it ought to have been. As forged on TV by Sacha Baron Cohen (who co-writes here), Ali G – the white kid from Staines who behaves like a black rapper from South Central – is essentially a one-joke creation (albeit a good joke). In his first feature-length outing, that joke is stretched to breaking point, but if you laughed the first time, you’ll laugh again. This is largely thanks to the ludicrous plot (Ali becomes an MP, exposes sleaze and saves the planet), a sparkling turn from co-star Martin Freeman as Ali’s sidekick and some arch postmodern touches such as Ali speaking to camera (even over the British Board of Film Classification title card). The gross-out moments and sexual content seem cynically designed for the US market and this is unlikely to make new converts to the cult of Ali G, but at least, with a running time of under 90 minutes, it knows when to quit.