Frederick Forsyth, who died in June, deserved a better TV adaptation of his novel The Day of the Jackal to send him off. Eddie Redmayne works well enough in the lead role of an assassin, what with that cruel mouth of his. But the character in the original book is a loner. Here he is a simpering husband. You are asked to believe that someone who walks on eggshells around his in-laws will go out and drive a bullet into a stranger's forehead for cash.
