It’s a sad indictment of what we have become as a species, but you can bet your life that even as the Lucy Letby murders were filtering out through the papers more than one agent had immediately started thinking a) who do I talk to about the rights for this mess and b) which preternaturally beautiful A-lister do we get to glam down and Oscar up for it?
Our frankly ghoulish, voyeuristic, international obsession with serial killers, both fictional and non-fictional, shows no signs whatsoever of slowing down. So why not, after endless books, films, podcasts, documentaries, a couple of previous TV series and the recent new entry into the chart of worst ever real life serial killers, make another seven parter about Peter Sutcliffe?
