Alison Belkin grew up in the gothic mansion known as Daemons’ Roost, with her mother, step-father and two sisters. Her step-father, Nathan Clore, was a director of many horror movies, including one based upon the legend of Jacob Surtees, a dark magician with a torture chamber where a woman, chained to the floor, would watch her lover fly through the air into a firey death pit. Surtees, it should be said, was one of the previous owners of the mansion.
After her mother and sisters die in mysterious circumstances, Clore sent Alison away, but as he nears the end of his life, he summons her and her new husband back to the house to explain to her the truth about her mother’s death – only he has had a stroke robbing him of the power of communication. But as events in the house turn sinister, it’s a good thing that Alison’s new husband just happens to know Jonathan Creek…
You may remember a while ago when I got very excited about a new series of Creek, only to be utterly deflated by a fairly dreadful series of three episodes. So it was with a degree of trepidation that I approached this one, especially as the blurb in the newspaper for the episode didn’t mention a murder anywhere. I was expecting another pile of village shenanigans, and, with a slow start, I was a little worried.
I needn’t have been though. This was the best episode for a long time and I won’t go into details for fear of spoiling things. Yes, the villain’s scheme really didn’t make sense and one has to question putting clues to your own identity into your death-threats, but this was a real return to form for the series. I figured out the impossibility almost straight away, but that didn’t detract from my enjoyment of the episode at all.
The one thing that did, though, was the notion that Jonathan, having finally sold the windmill, is throwing out all of his magic bits and bobs, including his boyhood magic sets. I’m not quite sure why there is a need to remove his eccentricities and it seemed out of character.
Still, there’s a lot to enjoy here. Lots of fun.
Oh, and you can’t freeze vodka in a household freezer…