James Walton

A very classy thriller indeed: C4’s The Undeclared War reviewed

Plus: a profoundly reverent portrait of the first black player to win the Wimbledon men’s singles titles

Kosminsky takes on cyber warfare, which has the rare property of being both terrifying and undramatic: Adrian Lester as PM Andrew Makinde in The Undeclared War

The Undeclared War has many of the traditional signifiers of a classy thriller: the assiduous letter-by-letter captioning of every location; the weirdly precise time-checks (‘Sunday 09.47’); above all, the frankly baffling opening scene. In it, a young woman walked around a deserted fairground, broke into a beach hut that turned into a gym and spotted a door in the ceiling which led into a stately home.

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