Adam (Whitehall) is a hit with the kids, because he organises games and makes Ancient Greek history sound fun, and a hit with the wives, because he’s charming, rustles up “gin-a-colada” cocktails and has defined abs. “But it’s Jack Whitehall,” that voice inside your head says as they lust over his shirtless form during a boat trip. This is the man who has made a career out of being poshly, boyishly awkward.
It soon becomes clear that Adam is here because he has a vendetta against Jamie. The history between them is not revealed in the early episodes – only two were made available to reviewers – so we’re in the dark about the source of this hatred. There are shades of Nineties film The Hand That Rocks the Cradle as Adam schemes away while acting as the perfect help.
With the exception of Duchovny and van Houten, the cast is British. And so is the script. I’m pretty sure Adam is the only screen psychopath who describes sex as “bonking”. And here he is on the Greek gods: “Zeus basically tried to shag anything… by today’s standards, I think the king of the gods would quite rightly find himself cancelled.”
