This series makes one really wary about physchiatrists and preaches through a Quaker to avoid physichiatric medicines. And he is prone to panic attacks and keeps shaking right through the series which makes one wonder what is he doing in the police instead of getting treated at a hospital. I just hope no detective follows his suspect in such amateur fashion. There's a scene where Bobby follows his suspect and follows him in such a way I couldn't stop myself from laughing when the villain ditches him while Bobby is looking on helplessly. And the most ridiculous detective is Bobby. Alec is the only passable character though his relationship with his mum and why his mum never likes him is clearly brought out. While you begin to think their relationship is getting strong she decides to ditch him for her ex. Suddenly she picks a quarrel and sleeps with her co-detective. She is not satisfied with her boy friend though at times you feel like she couldn't live without him. ![]() Not much logic either in detective work nor in inter personal relationships between the detectives and their complexities. At least they won’t have seen all the cast playing other coppers in other weirdly similar cop shows.Just a passable detective story. Goodness only knows what our American chums will make of it on Netflix. Paranoid could be gripping, and yet somehow isn’t. Later she ruined it by announcing to the office, “I’m 38! My arse is starting to sag!” The most authentic scene, in which an actor was for once given some recognisable meat to chew on, found Varma reacting to the news of the abrupt end of her relationship. Here they hasten to introduce themselves with eager-to-please speed-dating dialogue. When a drama hastens to make itself look busy, busy, busy, characters have no time to settle in. By the end of the first episode the principal suspect has thrown himself to his death - or been thrown to it by someone else - and another body has turned up in a German swimming pool, while someone is skulking in the bushes, sending cryptic messages, and pretending to be a detective. The plot canters along in the contemporary kinetic vein, pausing only to put up signposts pointing towards clanging dramatic ironies ("the English countryside is like a fairytale!" trills a foreign detective). His only problem is he can't spell the word "weird", which is a problem as we are frequently reminded the whole case answers to that description. Only their boss (Neil Stuke being very much Neil Stuke) seems so far to lack skeletons in the closet. Junior sidekick Alec (Dino Fetscher), who seems too goody-two-shoes to be true, has a fishy back story involving his mother and an iffy psychologist (Michael Maloney) involved in the case. Nina (Indira Varma) is insufferably gobby but vulnerable after she’s ditched by her boyfriend. ![]() ![]() The resident detectives have all got their own issues. Not so damaged old-school copper Bobby Day (Robert Glenister), who finds himself lured by her to a Quaker meeting to soothe his evidently nervous disposition. The audience can already feel itself backing off warily. Her witness statement is strangely particular, her manner oddly calm. Here she plays Lucy Cannonbury, who witnesses a horrific murder in a playground where, though childless, she regularly goes to read. One of the leads is Lesley Sharp, the reliably intriguing actress who is practically a member of the Red house band. In one sense it’s got Red written all over it. Their latest, modishly, is an international collaboration: Paranoid, a new eight-parter set somewhere quiet and northern, was made in conjunction with Studio Canal and is destined for Netflix.
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