Man Hunt:the Unabomber

Oh, what an absolute stonker! My brother recommended it, but we watched Mindhunter by mistake. I thoroughly enjoyed it, but not for the reason that it sent Dearest off to sleep within ten minutes every time. He enjoyed the openings of every episode, and was happy to be updated by me before the next. Noble creature. (Him not me.) But you will gather from that, as interesting and well-crafted as it surely was, it was not enough to cut through the end of day knackerdom of a long day's journey into night that my watching co-pilot experiences on an almost daily basis.

No, we have spent the past week, watching, totally awake, the series of Man Hunt: the Unabomber. It is terrific. Based on the true story of Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber that terrorised America for twenty years, it details the way in which profiler, James Fitzgerald, brought him down. It is fascinating on many levels. But not least of all, disturbing, when you listen to the manifesto of the Harvard-educated Unabomber. His concerns about artificial intelligence taking over from humans are extraordinarily prescient. Issues of insanity and criminality are raised and part way answered. It questions the morality of putting vulnerable undergraduates through mind-bending experiments to further research into what it takes to break down spies under interrogation.

So many questions. So much food for thought. And tautly delivered.
A Michelin star for quality of food. And five stars for delivery.

Look out for this on Netflix