“The skill lies in presenting the logical as the mystical.”
And we’re back among the dreaming spires of Oxford for the seventh and last (*sob*) series of Lewis. This week, a psychology researcher masquerading as a psychic is ‘orribly murdered, Lewis and Hathaway look for the Oxford psychology department at the top of Christ Church staircase (for reasons unknown), and…we don’t get to see the end of the story.
Yes, Constant Reader, the producers in their wise wisdom have done a Steven Moffatt and split the episode in half. There are two sides to this, I feel. On the one hand, it’s annoying. You’ve just settled in to the swing of things, your thinking cap is on, and then it stops and you have to go back to normal life. On the other hand, I suppose it means I spend less time watching ITV Player and more time working, which is, apparently, a good thing.
Anyway. This episode contained all the usual Lewis elements: calculated murder, shady academic dealings, and just a sprinkling of humour. Who said Oxford was a bookish old town that bears absolutely no resemblance to the real world?
And while we’re on the subject, why were all the college students wandering around wearing gowns? I know several people at Oxford, and I can assure you that they do not wear their gowns to lectures.
Leaving aside the inaccuracies, Down Among the Fearful is a strong start to what is bound to be an emotional series. Roll on next week!