‘Alcatraz’: ‘Johnny McKee’ review
Like an old-timer lag who’s finally managed to file his way through a set of heavy iron bars and make good his escape, Alcatraz is beginning to hit its stride.
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Like an old-timer lag who’s finally managed to file his way through a set of heavy iron bars and make good his escape, Alcatraz is beginning to hit its stride.
Even when its intricately interwoven storylines don’t all untangle themselves into happy endings, there remains something wonderfully life-affirming about Touch.
Garden of Bones is perhaps one of the darkest episodes that Game of Thrones has produced yet, and the darkest moment comes right at the end.
The gruesome aftermath of the bombing, all flaming corpses and limbless survivors, is gorily well-realised, but the moment that lingers longest in the memory is much more modest.
The competition to be Glasgow’s most fucked up inhabitant is on and self-sabotage seems to be the weapon of choice.
Amstell is a remarkably interesting comic, if only for his great desire to expose the absolute truth – not only to cut to the bone, but very much past the bone.
After wallowing in the background, with little but a half-hearted love interest storyline to show for this entire season, it is great to see more of Amber Riley’s Mercedes.
‘You’re the sleaziest bastards I’ve ever met,’ a member of the disciplinary committee tells Eddy, Roxanne and Walter. Absolutely right – and it’s magnifique to have them back.
This week’s Apprentice task was fitness based, which was apt, as this was an episode that exercised every single one of the muscles you use to cringe.
Alcatraz is improving, but still feels like the work of a talented JJ Abrams wannabe rather than the man himself.