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Silent Witness: Well that was a quick solve!

(Series 21, ep. 2 ‘Duty of Candour’ by Matthew Arlidge) This episode was simpler to follow than last week, and we definitely know the murderer this time, but there were still several paths and mini plots to keep us occupied for the episode. Keeping the Mexico arc going, the episode starts with Nikki waking up in a strange man’s bed, something that would have been the subject of many a joke in the Harry era, yet now it’s a symptom of her PTSD. Jack is coping by fighting like he always does, flirting with his sparring partner, and being distant with Nikki.

It turns out the woman Jack was boxing with was the DI on the case this week. Jack initially thought her partner was the ‘guv’ but I took one look at that man and knew instantly that he was not. Throughout the episode he had a scared look on his face, as though he was about to cry or be sick, or both. No, what they needed was someone to be tough, someone like Naomi Silva. It was a good job they had her on the case as it seems like she really knows how to do her job, I’ve never seen a murder be so swiftly solved in Silent Witness: 20 minutes into the episode, the suspect was pressed up against DI Silva’s car, chased up lots of stairs before finally giving in, and jumping off the roof. He must have felt guilty after killing his wife who he found out was carrying another man’s baby, and then killing that man, played by none other than Edward MacLiam, one of two Holby alumni in this episode. Continue reading

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Silent Witness: Five murders for the price of one

Guest post by Hannah Yates

(Series 21 ep. 1 ‘Moment of Surrender’ by Ed Whitmore) This episode was exactly what we needed to ease Nikki back into the Lyell and for us viewers to ease into a new series and fully understand what was going on without having a migraine. I am joking, of course.

The episode started with a creepy house in woods where a family were on holiday, as all good murder stories should start. This was followed by the angry father grabbing a knife and shouting at some kids in creepy masks outside to match the setting. We don’t actually see what happens because this is where the new theme tune kicks in. It’s as though they know the viewers aren’t going to be happy with the theme tune change, as they follow this up with scenes of Jack in a tightly-fitting t-shirt. Less nice is the fact that Nikki is still having flashbacks and hunky Jack isn’t answering her calls. As we find out later, he feels guilty that he wasn’t the one to find Nikki and can’t deal with her being back or in fact looking at her, or talking to her, so much so that he misses various pieces of evidence. I personally feel like this episode is setting them up as a potential couple, although if you have taken a look at spoilers for future episodes, you’ll have seen that Nikki is due to have yet another love-interest this series – we’re taking votes now on whether this one is either a bad guy or will be dead by the end of the two-parter he arrives in.  Continue reading


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Silent Witness: A Guilty Mind (Part 1)

The post-Christmas comedown can be a tedious place. However, through the soundtrack of stunned silence trills a theme tune containing The Highest Note On Television ™. Hooray hurrah, it’s Silent Witness!

Dr. Nikki Alexander (Emilia Fox) - existentialist angst just out of shot (photo: The Guardian)

Much to the joy of your correspondent (see Lustbox passim), Silent Witness has returned to our screens for a whopping series of 5 two-parters. And it begins in true restful SW style – with a series of borderline-intrusive close-ups on the corpse of an 8 year old girl. Oh. We are then further relaxed by the sight of White-Coated Type Professor Silverlake (Roy Marsden, who always seems to play “wrong ‘uns” in these sort of things) having some sort of loopy fit at various wino patients outside a hospital, followed quickly by the discovery of one of said patients deaded in a pile of wee (presumably and indeed hopefully his own, though you can never tell in SW land). What time did you say the Darts on BBC2 started again…

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Lustbox: Emilia Fox

Picture the scene. Your correspondent (long-haired, dark, raffish, corduroy-trousered, female – hold on to the last bit, it will prove particularly relevant in about two lines’ time) is reclining on a sofa at a sympathiser’s house, having had an exhausting afternoon’s scrabble and cake session. As she sighs contentedly, her iPhone twinkles with the promise of exciting new activity. And so it proves – cue a message from Inkface! “Velocity Girl, we’re all a bit straight at Pauseliveaction. If you ever fancied doing a Lustbox on a woman, send to me and I will gladly post!”

Cometh the hour, cometh the lesbian, as they really should say more widely (I have just spotted the double-entendre here; unintended and therefore thoroughly deserved of its saviour from the cutting room floor. In your deceased face, Mary Whitehouse). When it comes to my subject for Lady Lustbox, there was only going ever going to be one winner  – Lovely Lovely Emilia Fox (to give her full and proper title).

Fox (easily the most appropriate surname your correspondent has seen on a lady in quite some time) most recently graced our screens in Merlin as the fiendish Morgause. You may also recall her impeccable English Rose charms from, depending upon the length of your memory, the original-off-of-the-telly Pride and Prejudice (as a flinty but sexy Caroline Bingley), David Copperfield, the otherwise-pretty-dire remake of Randall and Hopkirk Deceased (your correspondent’s very own Teenaged Odyssey) Joanna Trollope’s Other People’s Children, Ballet Shoes and That Thing About The Queen. So far, so middle-class and largely period (though, given her membership of the famous Fox dynasty, not entirely unexpected).

However, your correspondent’s heart was truly won over by her turn in Silent Witness. Drafted in to replace the never-knowingly un-Norn Irish Amanda Burton when she left (so she did), as Dr. Nikki Alexander Fox has truly made the programme her own. Doe of eye, pale of skin, blond of hair, white of jacket (swoon), Fox slices up bodies and relentlessly pursues The Truth with a vigour that knows no bounds or, indeed, any sort of personal safety whatsoever. Delicate yet feisty, pretty yet deep, here’s hoping Foxy Emilia (sorry, had to be done) graces our screens for some time yet.

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