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.
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

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