Alex Kingston

Douglas Is Cancelled review

Rows about cancel culture tend to be reductive. A clear binary between those who harrumph "you can't say anything any more" and the righteously censorious. A nuanced path somewhere between the two is probably society's best way forward, but as a savvy newspaper editor says in Steven Moffat's twisty new comedy-drama Douglas Is Cancelled: "Outrage is exciting, nuance is work."

Douglas Is Cancelled preview

There have been so many trailers for new ITV1 comedy drama Douglas Is Cancelled I felt like I'd seen it before I hit the play button. And even when I'd hit the button and watched the first episode a lot of it was scarily familiar. But in a Good Way.

Hugh Bonneville, Alex Kingston and Steven Moffat on their cancel comedy

As Douglas Is Cancelled prepares to air, Moffat talks about career implosions, Bonneville relives past nude scenes - and Kingston recalls the "wandering hands" warnings she used to be given.

Alex Kingston: 'Cancel culture is fascistic - my generation is treading on eggshells'

Ahead of her new ITV drama Douglas Is Cancelled, the actress discusses online mobs, the 'casting couch', and changing her mind on Doctor Who.

Sarah Hadland amongst cast announced for Admissions

Miranda favourite Sarah Hadland will join the cast of Admissions. Hadland will star opposite Alex Kingston in the award-winning comedy, which opens at London's Trafalgar Studios on 28 February.

Hope Springs is a comedy drama concerning four female ex-cons on the run with £3 million, whose plans for a sun-drenched retirement in Barbados go awry and they end up in the far north of Scotland instead, where they buy a dilapidated hotel. Episode one had its work cut out, contriving to get our feisty foursome into the hotel business, as well as introducing various locals with hidden agendas, dark secrets, lovable eccentricities and romantic yearnings. Not to forget the hit man on their trail, out for vengeance and return of the £3 million.

And just when you thought the sleepy village of Hope Springs couldn't get any busier, we were informed of a recent unsolved murder in the village. All of which asks for a superhuman suspension of disbelief from the viewer, which I wasn't prepared to give. Hope Springs is a cluttered mess and a daft one at that. Nice scenery, though, as you would expect from a Sunday evening drama. And Alex Kingston was rather good as the gang's leader.

The world's gone mad. Here we have ITV adapting a John O'Farrell novel, which on paper at least would seem to be a very BBC sort of project, while the Beeb are busy giving us Hope Springs, a new Sunday night comedy-drama hybrid thingy from those smashing folk at Shed Productions, home of quintessentially old-school ITV telly such as Bad Girls and Footie Wives.

Of course, the fact that Hope Springs is silly beyond belief shouldn't matter a jot - indeed in these capable hands I'd consider it an asset - but enjoyment of the story of four female ex-cons whose final heist goes so wrong (a stolen diamond necklace is never going to be a girl's best friend) that instead of boarding a plane to Barbados with a few million quid, they end up on the lam in a small Highland village (which may or may not be adjacent to Monarch of the Glen's Glenbogle but apparently shares its inhabitants) is seriously hampered by further casting dementia in the form of another yeasty spread of an actress, Alex Kingston.

Hope Springs has a terribly contorted title, particularly as it's supposed to be a made-up place in the Highlands, where neither hope nor springs are likely. This is a vehicle for Alex Kingston, a talented and powerful actor whom you probably remember from ER. It's the story of a gang of former con women on the run with the loot. It's written by three women whose names skimmed past the credits before I could write them down, but I suspect they haven't written for television before. Now, if I'm wrong, I apologise; I just wonder that anyone employed them to do it twice. This is a grand pastiche of a dozen hoary, ancient, cliched stories. There's a lot of Ealing here, a bit of Whisky Galore, Thelma and Louise, The Ladykillers, some of Monarch of the Glen, a splash of Hamish Macbeth, and on and on. The characters are barely drawn at all; only Kingston stands out as having been written with anything more substantial than lipstick on the mirror.

What stops all the laughter escaping your mouth is that you know what's going to happen before the writers do. Every clunky old plot twist and McGuffin and red herring turns up like clockwork, as predestined as Evensong. Didn't anyone older than 15 bother to read this before they made it, and say, hang about, perhaps the comfort of the old and familiar is not what all our viewers want?

Perhaps we could do something to surprise them. Why don't we make one of the girls a vampire or a transvestite? Why don't we make it funny? Even poor old Scotland is dragged through all its ancient, peaty whim­sy, 100 years of patronage and stereotyping.

"Oh, don't call it that," I thought, when I first saw the publicity for Hope Springs, the BBC's latest Sunday evening series.

Hope Springs might be the obvious title for a drama set in a small village of the same name, a drama which, I'm guessing, will demonstrate that, even if £3m of your money goes up in smoke marooning you and your friends in a Scottish backwater, life will eventually compensate you with less material rewards. But it's also a hostage to fortune and, it turns out, a really bad title for a drama as clunky as this. Hope is very poorly, you think, as it begins to dawn on you how far-fetched and laborious the set-up is. And by the time the final credits roll, the undertaker is erecting the headstone on hope's grave.

It might be argued that my hopes were unreasonably high anyway. Ann McManus, Maureen Chadwick and Liz Lake's drama comes from Shed Productions, the company that produced Bad Girls and Footballers' Wives. So, obviously, this account of four female ex-cons, accidentally diverted from a prosperous retirement in Barbados, was never intended to be another Brideshead Revisited. It's there as an end-of-the-weekend wind-down, the only problem being that it's never quite tongue-in-cheek or over-the-top enough to make you forgive its shortcomings.

Even its virtues - such as the reassuringly unprettified surroundings they find themselves in, all electricity pylons and radar domes rather than postcard Scottish glens - only makes things worse. You've got the setting for something that might be mordantly funny (like the first series of Shameless, say), but the plot and psychological depth of a children's comic.

The essential plot is this. Having scammed £3m out of her crooked boyfriend, Ellie plans to leg it to the sun with three friends. Unfortunately, the woman delivering their passports expired on the luggage carousel, leaving them with no option but to hop a train to Fort William and find somewhere to lay low, while Ellie's vengeful boyfriend searches for them. Then, for a reason that I still haven't worked out, Ellie decided to buy the local hotel, somehow convinced that this will make a better cover story when they apply for new passports. She didn't seem to have noted that paying for a hotel with a stack of crisp new £50 notes might arouse suspicion, even in the sleepiest Scottish village.

But then that hardly matters since nothing else makes sense here, not even the acting, which, with the exception of a nicely deadpan sheep, was coarse enough to grate carrots on. "What the hell have we got ourselves into?" wailed Ellie - after an arson attack by the local thug incinerates all their loot - and it's hard not to read the line as a cry of pain from Alex Kingston the actress, rather than the character she's playing.