As always—through brilliant storytelling, action, and tone—Jeremy Clarkson succeeds at painting the most extraordinary tableaus predicated 100% on ordinary folk performing routine tasks.
Somehow, time after time, he elevates mundane minutiae to riveting television and succeeds at making everything and everyone around him (be they vehicles, journeys, lambs, golden fields, or the rando compatriots he lassos into his latest fever dreams) feel noble.
I won't spoil the ending for you, but I can promise that the final 10 minutes of Episode 8 alone are more than enough to justify experiencing the first seven episodes.
Jeremy, those with whom he surrounds himself, and the purpose they pursue together (however ragtag they or prosaic it may seem) will make you laugh, make you think, make you feel quite deeply, and also leave you with this abiding sense of esprit de corps and belongingness in this social experiment called life.
