Prime Suspect?

Prime Suspect 1973. Well, that's what they call it. Much better, much more honest, not to pretend that there's any connection, but we know telly executives, they just can't leave a good thing alone. So I give it a try, just for an hour, and for most of that I'm wishing I hadn't bothered. It's all centred around her - hey, she's Jane Tennison, but younger - so the camera dwells on her, senior officers look for her reaction, the script hastily scurries around to make sure that we know she's young and keen and eager to succeed, even though her family don't understand...

Give me a break. In fact, I gave myself a break. I sat down to watch the original, all three hours and twenty minutes of it, just to remind myself what we've all been missing. It's stunning. And she's a bitch. Driven, selfish, deeply inconsiderate - but rivetting. There's a confidence in the writing, direction and acting that this is important, is worth doing well, which is much more compulsive than the anxious circling around of the current prequel. As they used to say on lemonade bottles when I was a kid "BEWARE OF IMITATIONS."