Maigret in Montmartre (2017)

Explain to me, if you will: what is the point of setting a French Detective show in Paris if everybody there just talks and acts like Cockney geezas? Why not just set it in London? Why not just come up with something new? How about we write the next season of Sherlock entirely in Cantonese and film it in Texas?

Some nice stuff from the art department but Rowan Atkinson here has all the screen presence of an unsalted Brussels sprout and the acting all round is only a smidgen better than an Eastenders Xmas Special. The suspense is as bearable as a comfy chair and the writing is as woefully anachronistic as a Rampant Rabbit in the hanging gardens of Babylon. I should also point out it contains perhaps the least convincing portrayal of a blind person yet broadcast this century.

British drama is in a worse state than I remember.