‘White Lines’ review: pills, thrills and secrets in Netflix’s bonkers and brilliant Ibiza thriller
Nostalgic, gripping and totally off-the-wall, this sun-kissed murder mystery is madder than Elon Musk and Grimes’ baby name shortlist
White Lines begins with a central, gripping mystery. The ostensibly strait-laced Zoe Walker (played by The Capture’s Laura Haddock) flies to Ibiza after the dead body of her free-spirit black sheep brother Axel Collins (Tom Rhys Harries) – who fled the family 20 years ago to pursue a career as a DJ before disappearing – is found. Determined to discover what happened to him, she’s drawn into a web of oddball ageing ravers, drug dealers and club owners. “The librarian investigator – there’s a series in that!”, jokes a character knowingly at one point. With hedonistic parties and orgies that make Caligula resemble The Great British Sewing Bee, it starts off brilliantly like if somebody gave Broadchurch a dodgy pill.
