Notes on... The Cry


Bloody hell.
Bloody, bloody hell.
Bloody hell.

Did you watch The Cry? Don't answer that, we can't hear you. But if you didn't, you really should. Written by Jacquelin Perske, and from the novel by Helen FitzGerald, Jenna Coleman leads in a psychological, chronological flip-flopping thriller that will merrily twist your guts around its little finger. And it will do so with double the torsion if you're a parent.

Joanna (Coleman) and Alistair (Ewen Leslie) are a young couple who fly from Scotland to Australia (a scene which, newborn in tow, is agonisingly relatable) to contend a custody battle. Very little happens in episode one, creating an appallingly ominous atmosphere right up until the final scene in which —and we're going to give you the opportunity to stop reading here if you're super-spoiler sensitive — [Ready? Three, two, one...] the baby is taken.

Like we said. Bloody, bloody hell.

The sickening, vein-draining impact hits you like a truck, a truck we suspect is going to reverse and come at you again and again as this one plays out every Sunday night, for the next three weeks.

In a post-Bodyguard BBC, The Cry has sizeable shoes to fill, and the early indicators are that it's going to do it with a "nightmare scenario" that's far more imaginable than the Bodyguard's terror-laden, law enforcement premise. Chances are it won't pull in the same viewing figures, but it has the potential to live in your memory long after last month's suicide belts have faded. Buckle in.