What a bore. Every character here is a cliché, the plot predictable and derivative.
We have the broken, traumatized hero whose trauma is revisited in zillions of little flashbacks. Flashbacks are this sensible man's thing, as it transpires. The man is the world's leading specialist in forensic anthropology, now playing at being a simple GP in the boondocks until a series of improbable and, frankly, risible ritual murders draw him into the cases.
There are a number of twists, some of them wuite surprising, the usual false arrests and, of course, the imperiled love interest who suffers from ... diabetes. Thankfully, it's not asthma.
Not very well acted throughout, with the low production values and bland look typical for British series, this is no feast for the eyes.
We have the broken, traumatized hero whose trauma is revisited in zillions of little flashbacks. Flashbacks are this sensible man's thing, as it transpires. The man is the world's leading specialist in forensic anthropology, now playing at being a simple GP in the boondocks until a series of improbable and, frankly, risible ritual murders draw him into the cases.
There are a number of twists, some of them wuite surprising, the usual false arrests and, of course, the imperiled love interest who suffers from ... diabetes. Thankfully, it's not asthma.
Not very well acted throughout, with the low production values and bland look typical for British series, this is no feast for the eyes.