I'm giving it two stars for the camera work and some of the actors, namely Michael Palin, because he's Michael Palin and the actor who plays the detective. The young female lead I've seen in another series- -both roles were pretty ho hum. My wife watched the first episode and didn't want to continue because ghost stories aren't her thing. Not my thing either, but I thought the first episode showed promise. Then came the second episode. I had to keep rewinding my DVR so to speak because I'd drift off after a few minutes. The third episode just seemed like a big repeat of what happened in the first two and I ended up playing solitaire on my iPad while I listened to it. I won't say what the ending was but I'll just say it was not a big surprise. Whoever wrote this needs to rethink a career. I hope everyone associated got a decent salary anyway. I'll close by saying this is the worst series I have ever seen from the BBC and presented on Masterpiece Theater on PBS. Please no more like this.

I've never been so annoyed by one single element of something completely and utterly letting down the rest as much as with Remember Me.The setting is absorbing. The casting is spot-on. The script is natural yet interesting (except when the plot is involved). The cinematography is creepy and the sense of isolation is overpowering. The music is beautiful and haunting.And yet the plot is dire drivel, that doesn't make much sense. Constantly people are being put in situations that simply shouldn't happen. The horror elements also simply aren't scary, they're laughably predictable. They should've stuck to creepy which they handled masterfully.It's perhaps the best polished turd in existence.

A miniseries in three episodes. A strange story concerning an old man, a really old man who is probably one hundred and ten or fifteen years old. It is a thriller in a way, of some sort, but yet it is a lot more an exotic love affair turned sour.An old man tries to escape his own house by bringing the social services into his business with a fake accident, so that he could escape the ghost that is living in the house with him, a possessive ghost in a way, in fact a ghost who wants to go away but cannot without him and apparently he does not want to liberate her because it means die for himself.That ghost is jealous and to force him to do what he has to do to finish that job she will start hitting and hurting and killing all the people he may come close to in a way or another. And the exit door is nothing but a very old traditional song, slightly modified by the grandfather in law of his very evanescent wife. Guess what happened to her, right after their marriage?The truth will come out and it will be clear that he is manipulated by the ghost, and that ghost is nowhere but in his head and it is enough for him to do what that ghost wants him to do. She is that powerful. At the same time he cannot be the killer all the time, and yet he has to be. The police is of course impotent and helpless. A girl, in fact a young nurse, practically a rookie nurse will get involved and she is the one who will bring out the truth and the police officer, detective rather, will be the one who will witness the damage and certify the truth, and yet it will be kept silent and cool at the bottom of a cold case box.What is good about this series is first of all the good actors, second the well cut mystery mixing some Indian folklore to plain superstition, and third the cool pace of a hectic fable that is supposed to suspend us and our disbelief over a slow fire burning our feet with fear. And they do burn with rage, our feet. Entertaining and just a little bit stressful.Dr Jacques COULARDEAU

Once again the horrors of British TV strike me with Remember Me, a casting of Michael Palin in a role that would suit him, if he hadn't worked for 30 odd years in Monty Python.Sure there is talent. And there's also lack of talent. But what strikes me the most is how inappropriate the mishmash of genera is here, with the horror element contributing nothing to the story. Or vice versa, whichever way you prefer to look at this.Palin's character is fairly well defined, if somewhat uninteresting, he's an old man who has all the typical behaviours of an old man, and that's pretty much his character; so that cuts out everyone who's ever had parents from the audience.Satellite characters attend him because of his aforementioned characteristic (he's old), which again is very interesting for people who have an unusual attraction to the quirk of "being old". He has that old age existentialism which, on its own might do for a feeble plot, but when mixed with sparse sprinklings of horror tends to give weird taste to the concoction. And then there's the filler. British TV has evolved filler to an art form. There's tons of kids whining about towels, ladies holding orange juice, policemen buying newspapers and so on and so forth. The concept of "pacing" seems to have completely evaded the British isles. Along with interesting characters, of course. See, it is my opinion that once you explain a character, you either add to the mixture, or subtract. Hammering on with additional minor details isn't really constructive; or if you will, once i know that Man A shits his pants, i don't need to know he also pisses himself, i can figure that out on my own.On with the ghost story. There's .. stuff.. occasionally happening but it's hardly relevant. A 1 hour episode has not told us anything about whether we should consider this a horror story or a character drama. A female figure causes - we are led to believe - the death of a person close to "Tom Parfitt" (Palin), and the old man goes on to blabber that he couldn't save her. He then goes on to say "i'm an old man, i wanted to sleep" and does nothing more regarding this occurrence. He hints that he might be hiding something but then we cut back to yet more boring stuff like people walking, people cooking, people say hello to each other, none of which are established characters. Then there's 10 more minutes of no dialogue, shots of objects (which have not being made relevant to the story in any way), and a dream sequence of the female lead being scared.Oh and we have a 10 second apparition in her dream, a woman in a sari.Sure its well shot and the audio is quite powerful, but in nearly one hour most competent filmmakers would establish a firm story, something that director Ashley Pearce has decided to forego, replacing it instead with boredom and hammering into the viewer the firm concept that "look, these are ordinary people, see? they wear no makeup and do nothing a film character would do", which once again is typical of the bland and boring BBC productions. (not that Channel 4 is any better)I'll give this one more go, with little hope that it will turn into anything interesting, with characters we can both relate to and look up to, and a story that actually says something, like most people who have gone to film school would actually write.But for now, my vote will be:5/10 - why Michael Palin?