After the Flood on ITV review: not a dark and stormy noir but an irritating bit of drizzle

Often, Britain can come across as a bit undramatic as a setting. The Scottish Highlands are okay, but for England, let's face it, there’s a lack of drama in the environment.

We have hills, not mountains or volcanoes; meadows and landfills not vast plains and deserts; bracing seaside resorts not hazy beaches over which large statues of Christ loom.

And when it comes to the weather, we’re on the mild side. It's humdrum, nothingy. The best British arts have always played off this slight crapness with humour and flair: think of Kes, The Smiths, Get Carter, the Red Riding trilogy, This Is England, Happy Valley with all their glorious gloom – but if you get it wrong it can just be a bit, well, crap.

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