The twist at the end of episode one is so good that I could not wait to dive into episode two. This is your new binge-watch. It bowls along with supreme confidence.

Though “How to Get to Heaven from Belfast” is ostensibly a murder mystery, it often feels more like a buddy comedy. I enjoyed the twists of Greta’s story—especially the deadpan ferociousness of Bronagh Gallagher, who plays a mysterious and violent woman inexplicably tailing the group—but I could have done without some of the more bizarre turns in the later episodes. I kept coming back to the show instead for its bleakly funny portrait of middle-aged friendship.

Some of the richness in How to Get to Heaven from Belfast can get lost in the intentional chaos and misdirection, while some of its tantalizing specificity may be generally lost on American viewers simply looking for a wild whodunit. But when the cast is this exceptional and the dialogue has this much manic crackle, whatever you take from the series ought to be enough.

Bonkers but brilliant. It’s a real treat to see a writer having this much fun.

This is a show that rewards your patience in bucketloads. Twist after twist unfolds effortlessly, building into a proper odyssey that spans Belfast, Donegal, Dublin, Derry and even Portugal.

How To Get To Heaven From Belfast remains immensely watchable because of McGee’s clear grasp on the long-lasting impact of tight-knit female friendships, particularly those formed during adolescence.

Just when you worry this madcap mystery might lose its way, the three standout leads pull you back in as they joke and bicker their way through Lisa McGee's unhinged follow-up to Derry Girls.