Previously, I mouthed off about how much I hated the ending of Broadchurch and how much of a betrayal it was after I'd liked it so much and how I could never trust the show again etc. etc. and then I told Lynne Patrick that I doubted I'd give the show a second chance.
Then somehow my husband and I accidentally watched the first minute of the second series totally not on purpose and somehow we are now completely hooked. Well, I am. Ross says he isn't going to watch -- but then he lingers for a suspiciously long time in the living room while I'm watching. Sometimes he even sits down on the couch with me, not watching.
I can't STOP watching, though. Even knowing they're probably going to betray me all over again, I can't help myself.
Here's the Guardian's ambivalent response to the whole thing.