But all is not what it seems: the evidence suggests that Brady is somehow awake, and in possession of deadly new powers that allow him to wreak unimaginable havoc without ever leaving his hospital room. They met in the wake of the 'Mercedes Massacre' when a queue of people was run down by the diabolical killer Brady Hartsfield.īrady is now confined to Room 217 of the Lakes Region Traumatic Brain Injury Clinic, in an unresponsive state. Retired Detective Bill Hodges now runs a two-person firm called Finders Keepers with his partner Holly Gibney. Bring your sidekick with you, if she's available.' 'I'm at the scene of what appears to be a murder-suicide. Good odds that Channel Five will probably buy it though.The cell rings twice, and then his old partner in his ear. The rest of the episodes can't be this bad (William Hurt fighting off murderous toy soldiers sounds good) and there's a lot more Stephen King on the way (movie versions of Cell and a remake of Creepshow among them), but we've no idea when this TNT show will air over here. Oh and a police station stocked with all the latest crime fighting equipment such as magnifying glasses. From here on in it's all cats with torn eye sockets and street urchins with talons who still insist on calling Americans 'sir'. King's watered down version of HP Lovecraft slowly takes over as the bickering couple walk around a deserted town that, of course, looks nothing like Crouch End, but at a high point in the proceedings hubby seems to get eaten and spat out by a hedge - now that has happened to us before. "Barriers between what is rational and what is not".Īt this point we'd get out and walk too. "It's because the street were paved over barriers" "You see London is laid out like no other city - more like it hatched and meandered a street pattern than it planned one" Things just get daft from this point on as weird cabbie, "It's Archibald, Ma'am, but everyone calls me Archie", starts giving the couple a local history lesson. Oddly Doris is more freaked out by that headline than the gang of werewolf looking bikers they pass. They do mock up some Evening Standardish headlines for something called the London Chronicle, but they're displayed outside a Milk Bar - 'Sixty Lost in Underground Horror' is a very ES sounding panic mongerer though. Once they're in the second cab it seems the makers of the show just give up as a parade of Australian cabs go past. It seems that strangers just don't go to Crouch End. The first cabbie is hilarious as he warns the couple not to go to Crouch End in a rather bizarre Jamaican accent with Reggae blaring out past his shocked expression. Bobbies with badges on their helmets that are so big that they hang off the side, but bobbies nevertheless. They do have a lot of trappings to make it look a bit like London though. Turns out the thing was filmed in Australia. Not just the 'oh my God make it stop' sunshine of late, but a more 'this doesn't look a bit like London' sort of sunshine. But we're not watching this for character development we wanted to see what London was like. American Honeymooners Doris and Lonnie start off likeable enough (they'd rather have sex than go to the Victoria & Albert museum for example), but it soon becomes clear that Doris is superstitious enough to be annoying and her hubby is a bit of a tool.
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