Apparently Branagh is one of our finest actors, not that I have seen much of him, but 30 mintutes into the last episode of Wallander tonight I have given up, quite enjoying the previous two Sunday episodes and not having seen the original Swedish version.

I like the dark brooding landscapes and bleakness, almost black and white old school telly of the camera work, much preferring the huge bleak North East countryside of my birth to the cosy green of Hampshire which is now my home.

But 35 minutes of a depressed, lonely, mumbling man with a strange family was enough. Yes he's suffering with the onset of Alzheimers and I would like to have stuck it out to see how the scriptwriter depicted that but surely a detective story has to have something going on and nothing did, 35minutes in.