Gabriel Tate

The Hardacres is too predictable, sanitised and silly to really stir the emotions. Yet its old-fashioned Catherine Cookson stylings feel counterintuitively fresh and fun, both for a costume drama and Channel 5’s schedules.

Yes, Passenger does stick the landing, while leaving scope for another flight. Buckle up.

While the investigative work is absorbing and the badinage lively enough, it boils down to the ultraviolence, which is relentlessly inventive and overblown. The final episode's set-pieces would slot smoothly into Commando or Raw Deal, and there can be no higher praise than that.

With complex protagonists, hateful crooks and plausible stooges, Grace may not have been quite amazing, but has earned its coveted spot among ITV’s crime perennials.

It feels terribly dated, with endless toilet humour (vomit, clay dildos, fart gags and a deeply tiresome running joke about "number twos") and a mock-doc approach that could only be described as Gervaisian.

This second run duly took a while to get going, but when it stopped apologising for what it was not – neither Austen redux nor a postmodern costumer – Sanditon found its voice and occasionally took wing.

Mohammed gave as good socially awkward geek as he always does, while Schwimmer mugged furiously and was game for anything, whether imitating the kissing of a haemorrhoid or miming a nuclear disaster. Other parts remained disappointingly underwritten and character consistency still wasn’t a priority here.