![]() But The Suspect is so crazily overladen with incident – something weird or nasty happens roughly every four minutes – it’s all but impossible not to give the game away (if you want to embark on it in pristine ignorance, don’t read on). One creaky, coincidence-ridden hour in, and I do quite badly want to know if Dr Joe O’Loughlin (Turner), ever applies sweet-smelling oil or some other precious unguent to his luxuriant facial hair – and also, of course, whether he might be involved in the murder of a woman whose body was found in a cemetery where he recently enjoyed an autumnal leaf fight with his wife and daughter. (Personally, I can’t see him without thinking of Stephen Collins’ comic, The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil.) But this isn’t to say that I’m not enjoying its overheated tone and wild serendipity. Roof top hero or sick killer? Truly, it was hard not to laugh when the question was asked at the end of the first episode of ITV’s sweaty new drama, The Suspect, a series that comes close to seeming like a spoof, so crammed is it with shots of its star, Aidan Turner, looking shifty. ![]()
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