The Couple Next Door

Well that was entertaining.

Let's get the serious stuff out of the way. Evie's descent into vampish insanity is very nicely done, with a backstory involving a scarily crazy evangelical Christian father to help explain. And she's sexy, especially in the green outfit (see it, it's a great scene). Who'd've thought it of worthy, goofy Demelza Poldark?

Becka is more ostentatiously hot in her Lycra and crop tops and so is her eye-candy cop hubby Danny (who, as well as being ripped, zooms around on motorbikes and has a shady sideline working for what Line of Duty would call an OCG; basically he is totally implausibly hunky).

Hugh Dennis is satisfyingly toe-curling as the pervert across the street who is obsessed with Becka.

But my favourite character by far is Demelza-hubby Pete's delightful work colleague Sophie, a bubbly bisexual who does all the dangerous investigative stuff like climbing up drainpipes while wimpy Pete just sits in the car waiting for her.

So we've got entertaining characters and sexy sex. But now for the silliness.

Just what is the point of the gangster sub-plot? There is no resolution, it just fizzles out as the net closes in on a couple of corrupt cops who are surely headed for jail.

It's just daft that the two couples (a police constable, a primary school teacher, a local journalist and a yoga instructor) are living in such ridiculously posh houses.

And those houses: the estate is clearly not in Leeds, nor anywhere in the UK (it looks American but is actually in Eindhoven). It's hard to focus on the Yorkshire-accented neighbour-mayhem in the street when all you are thinking is just how incongruous the setting is.

Nice idea to have buff Danny bolstering his action-man credentials by whizzing around on bikes but someone should've told the production team that BMW's are not sexy. They just aren't.

And I laughed out loud when pervert Alan descended from his upstairs creep-lair to be utterly surprised that his disabled wife had a stair lift installed while he was up there. Were the installers silent? Did they glue the apparatus in place? Maybe he was just so engrossed in perving Becka that he simply didn't notice all the drilling and hammering.

But hey, it makes no pretensions to high art and if you don't mind a bit of silliness it's an entertaining, sexy watch.