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.
Uh...
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.
I had a strange, ambivalent reaction to it, Jessy. On the one hand, I agreed with pretty much all the critics; but on the other, there was no way I was going to miss a minute of it.
I'm still wondering if they should have made a second series at all - and (minor spoiler alert) at the end of series 2, there's one of those James-Bond-movie avowals that insists there will be a third. The jury is still out on how good an idea that will be...
Posted by: Lynne Patrick | April 08, 2015 at 06:47 AM
I KNOW RIGHT?! But if they are going to stick to a plan, and really end it after the third, then it should be good, I hope. I hate when show writers are trying to make the series last and so they can't plan out the story to a timeline -- for example, Battlestar Galactica, Lost. If they're going to do three and that's it, good.
Posted by: Jessy Randall | April 08, 2015 at 11:39 AM