(Series 19, ep. 25) Thank goodness for Ollie and Zosia and their little misunderstanding (did he sleep with Jasmine? Of course not. They didn’t even cuddle). It was soon sorted out, and he proposed to her in the grey area between the car park and the Linden Cullen Memorial Shrubbery, with a Haribo ring. Sweets for the sweet! It was adorable and happy.
Earlier Matteo, speaking of a patient but also speaking Ollie’s brains, said that “Every egg has their egg cup.” Ollie might have found his egg cup, but Dominic sooo hasn’t found his. Isaac’s nastiness has escalated through low-level bullying to more sophisticated bullying, via infidelity and cruel/immoral/unethical behaviour with a man who became a patient – and has now turned into outright violence. The beating that he gave Dominic at the end of the episode was horrible to watch. Once again Marc Elliott played the iron fist in the velvet glove role of Isaac perfectly. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 45) Guy Self. Selfie. Self-centred, selfish, self-absorbed, self-promoting, always the villain of the piece. And yet an episode which started with Selfie in typically arrogant mode with the publication of his memoirs (Head Space – sadly not currently available from Amazon and all good book shops) ended with him in tears – and frankly, I was almost in tears with him.
The cause of this turnaround was the appearance – as a patient – of his mother Valerie, beautifully played by Brigit Forsyth. Zosia didn’t know that Granny was still alive, and she seemed so nice, too. But it was clear that Selfie was a haunted man. It wasn’t until Valerie made her presence felt at a meeting where Selfie was trying to impress bigwigs that her sweet facade started to crack – and as soon as Zosia wasn’t around, we caught a glimpse of something very nasty indeed. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.51 & 52) First of all, I apologise for the lack of review last week. I watched the episode with family members I haven’t seen in a while, so there was more talking than watching going on. It’s just as well that last week’s and this week’s episodes pretty much form a unit, with the continuing stories of Cara and her husband, and Adele and Jesse’s wedding, featuring across both.
I thought the Cara/Jed storyline was really interesting and well done. Cara hasn’t had much to do since she arrived except be a bit cheeky and take wedding rings on and off a lot. We discovered why there was so much emphasis on the wedding rings when a ‘friend’ of a patient turned out to be none other than Cara’s husband Jed, who is an undercover cop. This led to some hanky panky in a store cupboard (handily, one that locks on the inside), but it was clear that spending months not knowing where her husband was or what he was doing was taking its toll on Cara. Worse was to come, when she discovered he was the father of the patient’s baby. It was all excellently set up for last night’s episode, when Jed returned as a patient (the Curse strikes again), badly battered. Cara was torn between wanting to protect him, wanting to batter him herself and having to keep his cover story intact in case worse happened to him. Niamh Walsh was very convincing, giving Cara just the right mix of strength and vulnerability. I couldn’t help thinking Cara could do better for herself, though. Yes, Dr Raf Not-Smug, I’m looking at you. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.42) With Adele’s life still hanging in the balance, everyone was rallying around Mo. Most notably the adorable Mr T (MR T!!!) was offering a listening ear, chocolate and a relaxing cup of camomile tea. Hanssen offered “hope and faith,” and his continued medical services, and Elliot Hope placed his emergency stash of doughnuts at Mo’s disposal. Even Oliver Valentine and Zosia were caring and concerned (indeed Ollie smiled a lot more than he has for months, and he’s stopped being all growly and cross). Continue reading