Well, there you go. C’est fini – for now. Did you stick with it for the full eight weeks? Was it a grand passion or rather un amour fou? And are you going to let the Returned back into your life next year? Personally speaking – not a chance! As a committed commitment phobe (well, as far as TV drama series are concerned) I looked on The Returned as a casual dalliance over a mere eight weeks. A kind of holiday romance if you like with an impossibly cool French person whose ready sensuality sets your head spinning for the first couple of weeks but by the huitieme semaine they are about as appealing as a Gauloise stubbed out in a mouldy piece of Roquefort. They kind of made out it was all going to be resolved within the eight weeks, didn’t they? Not for them the law of diminishing returns by dragging it out over series after series and the inevitable boxed set. Pah! Some chance! Maybe I’m in the minority here but when The Returned meet up again in the woods/sunken village/hilltop refuge I won’t be there even if they send the moody Simon or spooky little Victor to get me!