Sometimes spoilers can be your friend. For example, I have just cheated and looked up on the internet the shocking final plot twist in Disclaimer and now I have been relieved of a massive burden. No longer need I watch any more episodes of this weird, creepy, pretentious, contrived and prurient series just to see how it ends.
You find yourself hating everyone and everything in it – even the cat
On paper it all looks promising: based on a bestselling novel by Renée Knight (Lee Child says in a quote on the cover that it’s ‘exactly what a great thriller should be’); adapted and directed by fêted Mexican director Alfonso Cuaron; starry cast headed by Cate Blanchett and Kevin Kline, with a potentially intriguing appearance by Borat (Sacha Baron Cohen) playing it completely straight as Cate’s cuckolded husband…
The problem is that even before the end of episode one, you find yourself hating everyone and everything in it.
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