The Bridge, The Undoing & Good old Poirot

The Bridge reached its finale on Saturday.

The big reveal came in the penultimate episode that the murderer was the son of Freddy Holst the millionaire art collector and the murders set up as tableaux of his art works.

I should have realised that my choice of murderer – the funeral director who was stalking the media grandee – had too much focus on her in previous episodes.

The final episode after the reveal featured the angst of the two main characters.

 The disappearing wife of Henrik was discovered, or rather  her bones were, but not the children and Saga Noren was to be prosecuted for allegedly killing her mother.

It left the field clear for another series but will there be one?

I have a feeling that Skanda noir has run its course. It does not meet the BBC’s exacting diversity criteria, the times are depressing enough without the grimness of Skanda Noir and the principal actors might want to move on.

One who has is Sofia Graben of The Killing now the prosecutor of Jonathan Fraser in The Undoing.  

In the second episode I was getting rather bored of Grace’s (Nicole Kidman) facial expression of

“I cannot  believe this is happening to me but I will tough it out ..”

Then the twist came that there is clear evidence of her proximity to the crime.

When Sidney Lumet was asked to direct Murder On The Orient Express he insisted on a host of stars because otherwise the viewer would guess that the one big star did it.

So here my guess would be that  it would be Donald Sutherland’s turn next episode to be investigated.

Hugh Grant as Fraser now in the nick is doing a passionate job to convince us of his innocence but that could be duplicitous too.

Enough twist and mystery to keep me hooked.

I had a way of dealing with the first lockdown namely to watch a Poirot from 7-8pm and then treat myself to some caviar and a hefty slug of vodka.

I managed to find a recorded one I had not watched One, Two Buckle My Shoe last night, which turned on a shoe buckle after a dentist was murdered.

I’ve noticed that bankers and business magnates are represented as grotesque, so this gave me the direction to identify the murderer.

There is normally some impersonation too when Poirot reveals all before the suspects. Oh and the freshwater Sevruga caviar was quite delicious served with a hard-boiled egg and wafer biscuit.