Enough is enough.
Once again, I ignored the urge to switch this rubbish off two minutes in and once again, I should have followed my instincts in the first place. It was better than last week’s, and genre stalwart Jane Espensen’s stamp on proceedings was obvious from the Scooby Gang-style shenanigans but the episode was still staggeringly stupid, crass and annoying.
Again, there were good ideas, this time like the Soulless and the impossibility of murder, but again those good ideas were completely mangled by the patronising, lead balloon of a script – the “Americans use different words than the British, don’t you know? Tee hee!” scene almost made me put my foot through the tv – and the puerile, loathsome characters. I’ve seen cartoons with greater depth and insight.
In short, none of it worked. The shoehorning in of the bar and sex scenes was no doubt meant to convey a sort of end-of-days party atmosphere but failed miserably, the emotional business started out promisingly but ended up being too flat and too obvious, and the entire programme continued to astonish with its lack of any sort of finesse. The only things I really, truly enjoyed were Gwen’s camera contact lenses, but not enough to make me watch this show ever again. I’m done.