Touted as one of the big new television events of 2014, Secrets and Lies is the story of an investigation into the death of a four-year-old boy in the suburbs of Sydney.
The first episode had me intrigued. It seemed that finally, here was an Australian crime drama that was using silence and space to tell a full story, piece by piece. Then I watched episode two. And three. It just got worse and worse. There were clichés in both the story and the relationships. The acting was appalling. There were really stupid things – like the best mate of the husband living in the boat shed who was a total dropkick. Or the detective who uses smug facial expressions and low talking to threaten potential suspects.
So much potential. So badly realised. What a disaster.