Jack Seale

I Will Find You ends, in the best traditions of the throwaway thriller, with a last twist that doesn’t make sense when you stop and think about it - if you want to stop and think, Harlan Coben is not your guy. On home turf, however, he knows what he’s doing.

If some details are so appalling that they are difficult to believe, it is easier to do so considering how honest The Witness is about how imperfectly André and Alex, who consulted on the script with writer Rob Williams, conducted themselves after their loss.

Bring Me the Beauties: A Model Cult does a messy job of telling the story of Frederick von Mierers.

It’s the usual larks, then, but with a gentler edge. Fans of Top Gear back in the day would not recognise the Jeremy Clarkson seen here fighting back tears when his favourite pigs are loaded on to the truck that only does one-way journeys – but Clarkson’s Farm is healthier than ever.

If your knowledge is sketchy, a 20-hour investment in this programme will provide you with the basics. It does feel basic, though: the war is too big for it.

Tatiana Maslany’s ability is not in question, but here it goes to waste.

The rejection of British rule by its American colonies is an issue of miscommunication: partners who stopped listening to each other and ended up estranged when that could have been avoided. If this assertion never properly lands, it doesn’t spoil a narrative that’s outlined by the presenter with her customary verve.

The notes of epic drama that pushed Yellowstone up to blockbuster level aren’t quite visible in the spin-off, making Dutton Ranch more of a high-class soap.

The occasional moments of comedy show that Nemesis knows how absurd it needs to be. And because it judges its own chaos levels perfectly, it’s ridiculously entertaining.

It’s a puzzling mess, its narrative abbreviated to the point of incoherence.