Hannah Jane Parkinson

One of the things most loved about Big Boys is its warmth and kindness. I actually prefer its sharp observations on mid-2010s Britain, whether political ("IndyRef") or its appreciation of hun culture. But there's no doubt the season finale is a right tear-jerker.

Well directed and shot with plenty of night-time city lights bokeh, Criminal Record is perfectly paced over its hour-long instalments, and hits the right notes when it comes to issues of modern Britain (generational conflict; institutional failures; loneliness).

There are eight episodes, and while there's a risk that the unrelenting, full-throttle energy might veer the whole thing off the road before the series ends, the opening episodes suggest a fun ride.

Break Point's second series has the advantage of two wonderful young gun storylines of its own: the (spoiler alert!) grand slam triumphs of Carlos Alcaraz (Wimbledon) and Coco Gauff (US Open). How it deals with Alexander Zverev, a top player undergoing a domestic violence investigation, is a stark failure, however.

Whether you deem Night Country a successful reboot of a spiralling franchise will depend on your interest in spirituality (never too far from the True Detective hinterland, but the supernatural is more explicit here) and how forgiving you are in the face of subpar special effects.

The entire cast (including Tim Minchin as the wonderfully named villain Darius Cracksworth) are having an obvious blast, and snappy editing, the contemporary score and hyperactive directing by Jeffrey Walker help it zip along.