Still, Stephen Fry has been offered the freedom of the City, which is apparently an acceptable hook for a TV documentary. Fry doesn’t bother with anything vaguely resembling a proper interrogation of this deliberately mysterious ancient fellowship at the heart of our capital. Instead, he golly-goshes his way through the film, way too in love with the glorious British eccentricity on display to question its intentions.
Expect secret tunnels, people in strange hats performing arcane rituals and the weird creeping sensation that, once again, you are watching the enemies of all that’s righteous laughing in your helpless face. Cheers for that, Stephen.