Second Coming

Weak plotting, naff (native) British accents, His Smug Unctuousness cast as the PM, abetted by a panto villainess, cut off the frayed ends of our suspension of disbelief. Jack Bauer, the great malcontent of the early 2000s, the anti-hero of counter-everything, the TV construct that some of us cleaved to as our best friend and rescuer, is diminished, not revived. He knows it, because he is whispering more hoarsely than ever.

Wonderful, incomparable Sarah Lund, I love you, I miss you - don't come back.

THEY ARE ALL GONE INTO THE WORLD OF LIGHT