Iphigenia Fields writes:
This latest episode in the annals of Tom Barnaby's murder investigations has to rate with the absolute best.
A show that has an internationally-renowned piano teacher (James Fox) attempting to preserve his talent gene for the future through incest and two doting daughters as his shield and sword, has to be admired.
We find ourselve asking, however, why Barnaby (John Nettles) is hanging around in the first place. As far as we know, some piano prodigy has had an hallucination of a woman drowning. It's not real (yet) - so why is he there?
Still, suspension of disbelief of a Wednesday evening while enjoying lasagne and a nice Valpolicella is what it's all about. Isn't it?
Then there's the presence of Frances Barber. Dear, dear Frances. Remember her as an opera diva wearing a back-to-front sweater in Morse, Heaven alone knows how long ago?
Well, why is Frankie in a show if she's not displaying that splendid cleavage? I suppose playing a madwoman, Jacobean style, makes up for it.
The show had one of the best red herrings yet: the first corpse - one of Fox's aspiring students - was found just as his mother was trying to shag his way to the prize.
It was a wonderful piece of nonsense - incest (did I mention that already?) pushy parents, hidden adoptions and Joyce Barnaby involved at the centre. Wonderful.
And no-one looked like a Hapsburg - despite all the in-breeding!