Blimey, they've only gone and done it! Episode 2 properly kicks things up a notch and suddenly this twisted game of cat and mouse feels like it's got some actual teeth.
Egerton and Smollett's partnership is starting to sizzle (sorry, not sorry).
The chemistry between Dave and his detective counterpart feels less forced now... they're both clearly mental in their own special ways, which makes for cracking television. There's this brilliant scene where they're examining burn patterns that's simultaneously gorgeous and utterly disturbing.
The arsonists are getting bolder, and frankly, more interesting. Without spoiling anything, let's just say one particular fire scene had me proper glued to the screen. The visual storytelling is absolutely bonkers in the best way; like watching beautiful destruction unfold in slow motion.
Pacing's much tighter this week. None of that first episode faff about... they've found their rhythm and it shows. The dialogue's sharper, the stakes feel real, and there's this underlying sense of dread that's deliciously uncomfortable.
Bottom Line:
Right, now we're cooking with gas! This is what I was hoping for from episode one. Brilliant character work, stunning visuals, and enough twisted psychology to keep you coming back for more.
Proper good stuff.
