For a premise that could have easily descended into schlock, Revival proves itself a delightfully clever bit of telly. It's a proper genre-bender, you see, a macabre tale of small-town dread and peculiar occurrences that hooks one with a most satisfying grip from the off.
The journey has its moments of contemplative ambling, indeed, as the plot takes a moment to tidy its threads. But this is no failing; rather, it's a confident, well-paced exercise in narrative discipline. It meticulously sets the board, allowing its excellent cast to truly inhabit their roles with a commendable naturalism. A splendid lot, all of them.
And my goodness, does this meticulousness pay off. The final act is a breathless, thrilling crescendo that delivers upon every promise. All those moments of quiet dread and mounting tension coalesce into a resolution that is both intellectually satisfying and emotionally resonant, without ever resorting to cheap theatrics.
This series, in its entirety, is a testament to the fact that a good story, well told, is an absolute triumph. It leaves one wholly content with the tale just concluded, whilst rather impudently setting the stage for a most intriguing next chapter.
Bravo, I say. Bravo.
