This is great, I thought, and other people stopped me, wanting to talk about it. Initially they were keen to share their love, then, as the series wore on, the urgent topic was “Is this story actually going anywhere?”
It didn’t, not really, and ended in the most unsatisfactory, wispy way. So that’s it, we wondered? After five weeks this is our reward?
Surely, then, I can be forgiven for keeping just a little bit of my heart and head in reserve as I watch Unforgotten. But, dear me, it’s difficult. For three weeks I’ve tried to bear in mind that it might simply flake away to nothing in the last instalment, and I’ll be left kicking chairs at yet another six hours of my life, wasted.
But it’s such a great story, a pantheon of terrific actors (Tom Courtenay, Bernard Hill, Hannah Gordon) play characters with secrets who somehow all fit into the sad, truncated life of a young lad called Jimmy, murdered in the late 1970s and buried under a building.
It’s up to Cassie Stuart and her team to weave together the threads of Jimmy’s friends and acquaintances and to find the killer. If nothing else it’s a good, solid police procedural from writer Chris Lang with lots of details to appeal to a crime nerd like me. Oh, I hope it has a cracking ending, I really want it to have a cracking ending.
We’re so hard to please, aren’t we? I currently feel slightly resentful at watching series two of The Returned (Friday 9.00pm More4) after series one had one of the great disappointing endings of recent years. Why should I bother watching what I can’t help but feel is an entirely unnecessary second series when the first let me down so badly?