Duff drama has got my guard up
Bodyguard has sub-Mills & Boon dialogue, sex scenes that look like a kidnapping and a male lead who spends 90% of his time jaw-clenching.
After expressing his affection for Home Secretary Keeley Hawes with excessively firm grips, our man bent her over the hotel sideboard and she squealed: “Our jobs make it so complicated!” “Mah job’s to protect ye,” he growled. The plot doesn’t have holes so much as yawning chasms. The sniper would have been identified in 24 hours from military DNA databases and the bodyguard hauled in for questioning before the end of episode three.
If this was compared to any great drama – Happy Valley, House of Cards, even Line of Duty by the same writer – it would come up woefully short.
The reason we’re gripped by it is that there’s nothing else any blooming good. It’s awful, but we’ll keep watching. At least until Strictly starts.