Martin Carr reviews the sixth episode of The Stand… Hellish visitations, cannibalistic elevator rides and copulating extras define episode six of The Stand. Randall Flagg continues making his presence felt as finally he crosses paths with Mother Abagail. Like the serpent who tempted Adam and Eve, his words are hollow promises, his actions cloaked in […]

Martin Carr reviews the fifth episode of The Stand… There is a decadence to the world of Randall Flagg which provides this show with some precious life blood. Ensconced within an ivory tower of gaudy extravagance, he surveys the domain like a feudal lord, bestowing leniency upon his subjects. That this perfect personification of hell […]

Martin Carr reviews the fourth episode of The Stand… The fragmentary nature of this series is making it hard work. Good performances which might be great are never given a chance to breathe. By employing flashback to interlink characters, provide context and engage the audience drama gets diminished. Whether we are talking town hall meetings […]

Martin Carr reviews the third episode of The Stand… Heaven and hell clash as Ouija board prophecies and biblical references start trickling into The Stand. Back stories continue coming thick and fast as the use of judicious flashback gives audiences a deeper understanding of Nadine Cross. Elsewhere Stu Redman, Fran Goldsmith and Harold Lauder fleetingly cross paths on their […]

Martin Carr reviews the second episode of The Stand… Apathy after episode one has been replaced with a new found curiosity as The Stand finds its feet. After the tedious opener which felt protracted and lacking in drama, ‘Pocket Saviour’ establishes context as pieces begin falling into place. Much of this comes from a clarity of structure which […]

Martin Carr reviews the first episode of The Stand… This post pandemic Sunday night thriller adapted from the Stephen King tome pulls no punches. Jumping back and forth in time to establish character its pedestrian pacing might put some people off. Individuals are dying in their homes or being used for landfill, while quiet desperation infiltrates every frame. […]