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This loaves affair gets the Hollywood treatment

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This loaves affair gets the Hollywood treatment
This is Cornwall --

I remember the day when television cookery programmes involved chefs meticulously weighing ingredients, carefully outlining the method, and producing a pristine dish from their shiny, studio set kitchen.

Not any more. The excellent new series from the star of The Great British Bake-Off, Paul Hollywood's Bread (BBC One, Monday) is part cookery programme, part movie.

Why weigh ingredients when you can cast them into a bowl in slow motion – carefully lit from behind so they look like some magical fairy dust?

And why use an electrical appliance when you can thrust your hands into a bowl full of organic ingredients and manfully wrestle them into shape?

Paul Hollywood, regarded in some circles apparently as a sex symbol, kneaded, pummelled and massaged his bread into shape, turning it from a collection of dry ingredients into a crusty loaf.

All of this was beautifully photographed, carefully choreographed and mouthwateringly good. First stop, bloomers. At which point, I suspect, some of his more delicate female fans would have fainted.

If you're going to make a series just about bread, then floury evangelist Paul is just the man to do it.

He's mad about the stuff. Not just loaves and buns, but pittas, naans, chapattis, the works.

He smiles when he recalls how a pre-school hug from his baker dad would leave him covered with a floury dust. The same thing now happens with his son.

It was all rather lovely. Paul did his thing in a brick-walled kitchen but also headed out to meet a farmer and a miller, before using warm flour fresh from the mill to make a loaf with a crust flavoured with a local ale.

He is a great communicator and enthusiast and will no doubt be single-handedly responsible for a run on wholemeal flour and yeast in the supermarkets.

On Sunday, we were treated to a one-off drama: The Lady Vanishes (BBC One).

It's a reworking of a classic Alfred Hitchcock movie of 1938 and starred relative unknown Tuppence Middleton as orphaned heiress Iris.

Travelling apart from her friends across Europe, she is befriended on a train by English governess Miss Froy (Selina Cadell). When the lady vanishes, Iris finds herself isolated and alone – intimidated by the shadowy baroness (Benedikte Hansen from Borgen), Miss Froy's employer.

Everyone denies the existence of Miss Froy. Either they didn't see her, or have their own reasons for keeping quiet.

There's an interesting cast of characters. Keeley Hawes is Laura and Julian Rhind-Tutt is her married lover, Sir Peveril. They have been posing as husband and wife for an elicit holiday.

We have sisters Evelyn and Rose Floodporter (Stephanie Cole and Gemma Jones) and the Rev Barnes and his fragile wife (Pip Torrens and Sandy McDade). Iris's only hope is in persuading a professor (played by Alex Jennings) and his pupil, Max (Tom Hughes) that she didn't imagine the whole thing... and that both she and Miss Froy are in danger.

It was, on the whole, entertaining. It certainly motored along, but ran out of steam slightly as it reached its conclusion.

You'd be forgiven for thinking it's based on an Agatha Christie novel (the book The Wheel Spins was actually by Ethel Lina White). But it did seem to link neatly with Perspectives (Sunday, ITV1) in which actor David Suchet, TV's Poirot, went in search of the story of the real Queen of Crime.

He was a charming host – like Paul Hollywood, a delightful and enthusiastic communicator. As a result, the whole programme was engaging and there were some great insights into her life with never-before-seen photos of her Westcountry childhood. Reported by This is 3 hours ago.

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