Oh, Eve! I’m not the only one that’s lost a bit of sex appeal
Killing Eve BBC1, Sunday, 9pm
After four weeks of lockdown I’m beginning to worry about what I’ll look like once we’re allowed to be free-range humans again.
Rest assured, the photo above this column is well out of date – unless you want to imagine me a shade or two pastier and with a straggly beard flecked with Dorito crumbs.
The only comfort is everyone else will also look like paler, more rotund versions of themselves, like tubby ghosts.
Killing Eve appeared for a third series last week, and you couldn’t help but wince.
A year in isolation doesn’t appear to have been a good thing for what not long ago was TV’s sexiest and most thrilling show.
Writer Phoebe Waller-Bridge has long left Killing Eve for bigger and Bond-er things.
Eve’s licence to kill appears to have been revoked, too.
The second series, which was a noticeable step down in quality from the first, ended in the same way the first did – with one of the main characters supposedly fatally shooting the other.
And the third series picked up much the way the last did, too. The fatal injury wasn’t so fatal at all, really.
Eve, who we were supposed to think might have died in the previous series’ cliffhanger, survived just fine – some tourists found her in Rome, off screen. Oh. Sandra Oh.
A Killing Eve binge is what we needed during the lockdown, but perhaps not this paler imitation of what made the first series vital television.
Villanelle needs to be locked indoors for a while, get a new outfit.
And maybe put down the Doritos?