Until I Kill You

This is a harrowing drama. It’s also a compelling one, because of the constant jeopardy that Delia finds herself in.

Until I Kill You is an extraordinary portrait of survivors’ suffering.

Like a lot of true crime shows, Until I Kill You can be bumpy and repetitive, but it succeeds as an uncompromising female-centred take on a well-trodden genre.

Both Evans and Maxwell Martin are cleverly cast, Evans’s character gradually darkening into coercive control and hideous violence, Delia realising that she can’t get rid of him. It is an enraging story that leaves you with a strong sense that if you’re a crime victim, it’s better not to be an eccentric.

The facts and the long timeline aren’t easily or neatly boxed up into drama. It makes for a bleak and rambling saga that skips randomly forwards in months or years without, seemingly, the prospect of resolution. .... But at its most impactful, the script by Nick Stevens (who wrote last year’s The Pembrokeshire Murders) has enlightening things to say about the psychological legacy of male violence.

Despite being slightly uneven in its telling, this is a disturbing and uneasy watch that engages with and challenges perceptions of victimhood – something that much true crime is unwilling to do.