Last night I dreamt I went to Parminster again … That’s where Doctor Foster lived with her terrible husband, remember? Before he ran off with Jodie Comer. Such twisty psychological thrillers set in enviable bourgeois domesticity don’t always bag...
What is the point of true-crime documentaries? This is the uncomfortable question that those of us who consume them by the bucketload must sooner or later confront. If it’s just someone else’s suffering dressed up as diverting entertainment, then...
