I tuned in to Terminal City with some trepidation. What on earth could Canadian TV offer up about a woman with cancer that hasn\'t been done better already? Well, I\'ll tell you. What this show manages to do is relate to those private impulses we all have, and dares, unlike those of us watching, to be impolite. Life is a dream. It\'s my show in your show. And who among us does not believe that somewhere there\'s a dark bastard running it all? Beyond the unsettling humour around Katie\'s live diagnosis of serious breast cancer and how it was \"great TV\", and beyond the \"oh, my God that really happened\" shock of her son\'s kiss with an older woman on the bus, there\'s the truly satisfying relief that, finally, someone sees \"me\". That\'s why you can\'t stop watching. Nor should you.
Pay particular attention to McIlroy as Brendan Baum. He\'s shaken the Canadian fear of being impolite totally convincingly. The others are good, too. But Baum is the character at the evil heart of all of us. And McIlroy gets it.