My eyes were transfixed by Madden’s other cheeks
Shortly after the watershed on Sunday night, our national timeline was divided into BB and AB. Fans of the BBC’S hit show, Bodyguard, will know that I’m referring to the period before the airing of Richard Madden’s naked bottom on Sunday night – and after. Lives have been irrevocably changed by the sighting, unreachably high new standards set for the humble male glute and a host of kamikaze fitness regimes embarked upon. But it’s Madden’s other set of cheek muscles that deserve to win a Bafta, in my view.
Throughout episodes one, two and three of Jed Mercurio’s compelling drama, they have stolen the show. Fear, sorrow, vulnerability, PTSD, murderous intention and lust: all have been played out in the delicately nuanced twitches, flexes and clenches of David Budd’s buccinators.
Whether they teach them how to do that in drama school, I don’t know, but come the end of filming the poor man must have been in urgent need of jaw physio.