Main cast: Eddie Izzard (Evans), Ciarán Hinds (Jack Lynch), Alun Armstrong (Inspector Herbert), John Benfield (Inspector Minty), Ashley Artus (Scrimp), and John Kassir (The Crypt Keeper)
Director: Peter Hewitt
A serial killer is loose in town, murdering women that this villain considers to be morally dubious, and the cops believe that screenwriter and author Evans is that fellow. After all, he is caught washing his hands – to remove the blood, surely – near the latest scene of crime. They bring in their serial killer expert Jack Lynch to get a Confession out of Evans, and hence, this episode.
Mind you, with Ciarán Hinds overacting and channeling Nicolas Cage on speed, it is hard to imagine how anyone in law enforcement tolerates this character’s presence or takes him seriously. Much of his conjectures and theories seem to be pulled out of his rear end, and given that he behaves like a demented nutcase throughout the episode, the twist is not exactly what I’d call a shocker, especially since this show has used the same kind of twist a few times before. Compared to Mr Hinds, Eddie Izzard puts on a far more balanced and hence enjoyable portrayal of an egomaniacal douchebag whose nerves get increasingly shaken as the episode continues, but alas, he’s just one man. The bulk of this episode is just two men yelling at one another while the peripheral characters look on, and the whole thing is quite a predictable kind of noise pollution.
I do like how the show goes meta by having Evans complain that his work for the Tales from the Crypt comics used to be extensively changed for the show without his permission or knowledge, and now the show is cancelled, serve it right. But if the best part of Confession is an acknowledgement of the downfall of the show, it is a sad reflection of how ineffective this episode is.