James Delingpole James Delingpole

Broadchurch, review: ‘unwatchable’

If the makers of this drama serial don’t know the difference between a barrister’s and a judge’s wig, it’s not worth our attention

Probably the two greatest advances in western culture in my lifetime have been the Sopranos-style epic serial drama and the advent of TV on demand and/or the DVD box set.

I don’t think I’m saying anything weird or contentious — or indeed original — here. For example, I’m writing these words at the end of a week with the Fawn in the Canaries, a holiday which I just know wouldn’t have been half as pleasurable if we hadn’t been able to retire to our room every evening after another hard day’s beach work to the solace of two more episodes of...

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