Series one, episode five
The ‘Twin Peaks’ analogies feel ever more apt. As in David Lynch’s mouldbreaker, the increasingly surreal developments of ‘The Returned’ come with no guarantee that all will be explained. But the show’s own peculiar internal logic somehow makes it work.
Tonight’s trawl of the lake brings up some truly macabre goodies, although people seem more baffled than scared. And the living are starting to seem even more dysfunctional than the dead – they may not be integrating very successfully, but it’s a community bound together by so many secrets and lies that the walking corpses might be better off out of it. Why is the serial killer tending so carefully to Léna? Was Victor that creepy when he was alive? What happens when you kill someone who’s already dead? It may be best not to expect quick answers – or possibly any answers at all.
Sea Containers at Mondrian London
London’s docklands were bustling with ‘On the Waterfront’ activity right up until the 1960s. Containerisation – the adoption of uniformly sized cargo that could be lifted easily from vessel to vessel – made London’s docks obsolete, as the bigger ships moved to the deeper waters of Essex and beyond. As the working docks moved out of the city, the new offices and corporations moved in. In 1977 a major new hotel project was built on the South Bank, but failed to come to fruition. The near-complete concrete edifice, perched right on the river’s bank, was acquired by a shipping company and became Sea Containers House. After the bankruptcy of Sea Containers Ltd in 2006, the edifice was in the doldrums for a while before eventual conversion back into a hotel. Sea Containers is now the name of the hotel’s flagship restaurant. The shipping theme is carried through the Mondrian London hotel’s lobby, bars and dining area. Model freighters from its former use are still on display in cases. There’s even the illusion of a vast copper hull along one wall, a trompe l’oeil created by designer Tom Dixon’s team which has given the hotel its makeover. A model yellow submarine is suspended over the restaurant’s bar. The hotel dining room could easily be soulless were it not for an open kitchen on one side, and views of riverside joggers and strollers on the other. The menu name-checks slightly too many trends and diverse dish styles, yet manages to render them well. A South American-style cevic
Venue says: “Come try our Grey Goose bottomless bloody marys or bottomless prosecco for £18. Served Saturdays and Sundays from noon-4pm.”