I’m currently curled up under my sheet, with mascara streaming down my face and blonde curtains dancing around my eyes as I wail into my camera phone; “leave Ellie alone.” It’s been a while since a television show has given one of the most impressive characters that you just want to take down the pub, buy a few glasses of wine and give her a massive hug. Though this is Broadchurch and your favourite character (or unassuming) could come out of the woodwork and say “oh, I’ve slaughtered an entire orphanage,” it seems that Ellie Miller is our main favourite. And the only one who gets all of the crap.
After the calamities that occurred last week, Broadchurch is tonal back to it’s evocative and complex drama. Rather than shoving in as much dramatic events, people screaming in the middle of the streets whilst waters break, the complexities of both cases and indeed the characters have been reinvigorated here. It’s less soap and more detective work as Sandybrooke and Broadchurch collide once again. With the writing harking back to this intriguing mirror between Ellie and Claire’s storyline's, one a little more suspect that the other, the television show feels as though it is regain is dominance in dramas.
Broadchurch is still in the grips of Danny’s murder, with brutal barristers and cruel analysis of the events. Whilst it may seem a little too over the top at times, the show has grasped back at the plot points instead of spiralling them into Eastenders craziness. Back to form, Broadchurch is still as compelling as ever.