Twin Mirror is a grubby reflection of all manner of things
Spare a thought for Sam Higgs. We find him stripped to the waist and slumped on a hotel bed, his feet, still encased in yesterday’s trainers, dangling over the edge of the abyss. He is ripped from his stupor by the wrapping of the maid at the door – it’s fifteen minutes past check-out time. What a slob. Now, spare a thought for his dapper doppelganger, who appears rather more prepared for the day, dressed in a worsted wool blazer in venetian stripe, a spotted blue tie, and bifocals….