It set a high benchmark for local drama, a tense, stylistically ambitious domestic noir, family relationships providing the perfect context for this haunting psychological thriller.

Mostly, we're captivated by Coleman, showing us Joanna's intense emotional pain with the most subtle of reaction shots, while everything Leslie does rings entirely true as well. It's a delicate, fascinating mosaic.

On its own terms, the satisfyingly good-looking, pacy and well-played adaptation of Helen Fitzgerald's bestselling thriller succeeds and deserves to do well, not suffer by comparison.

Certainly I can't think of many series where I've been so keen to find out what happens next, without really knowing what's happening now.

Coleman's Joanna is alternately grieving or glassy-eyed and then yet utterly poised as a woman finding her peace - or winning retribution. She is matched by Leslie, who mines humanity in a selfish man.

If you're able to stomach a nightmare scenario that not even the blazing Australian sunshine can brighten, there is a compelling commentary on the perils of parenting at the dark heart of The Cry.