NB Spoiler alert!
What promised to be an intriguing mystery-murder-cum-conspiracy thriller (with a Big-Brother-esque potential culprit) turned out instead to be so ridiculously far-fetched as to insult one’s intelligence. Indeed, after the second episode I made a point of watching the rest just to see how ludicrous it was going to get. And I wasn’t disappointed. The Capture has plot holes so large you could drive a bus (sic) through them, and redefines the word ‘implausibility’…
London streets (!) conveniently empty of traffic when the fugitive is on the run or when the police are wandering around trying to figure out what’s going on (having parked their cars in the middle of the road!)? Laughable.
Characters using ancient Smartphones – just so we can see important text messages with absolute clarity. Nonsense.
Hero sprayed with pepper spray from a foot away – yet he can still see well enough to escape! It’s a joke.
The hero’s supposedly savvy rescuers throwing his tracking device away without destroying it – which, surprise surprise, is then found – when anybody with two interconnected brain cells would have crushed the thing and tossed it down a drain for good measure. Nonsense.
The baddies meeting on a bench in a cemetery (didn’t such twaddle go out with Cold War movies?), when they are evidently too busy to do such a time-consuming thing. Garbage.
And, of course, the main idea – the pre-emptive staging and filming of incidents in such a way as to perfectly match some random future events whose details are about as predictable as the winning Lottery numbers. Absolute poppycock!
I’m going to write to the producers…because I’ve got a bag of old rope I’d like a good price for… ;-)