The hardest thing for me to accept about The Heart Surgeon (Pearl, 9.30pm), tonight's BBC movie starring Nigel Havers in the title role, was not the grisly footage in the operating room, nor even the multi-twist plot about a botched bypass operation.
It was the sight of Nigel Havers having passionate sex in a blue-shadowed room, grunting and thrusting and slurping all over his lover.
Nigel Havers is a good-looking, charming actor, but he is also the kind of British stereotype who should always keep his clothes on - or rather, his double-breasted tailor-made suit.
His appeal is the kind that works chiefly on middle-aged women, which is why he has been such a hit in sitcoms such as Don't Wait Up, in which he also played a doctor. It isn't a raunchy, bedroom kind of thing at all.
When he has got his clothes on, he looks rather handsomer than he did as Dr Latimer. He plays Alex Marsden, a top London heart surgeon, working out of a glamorous West London health trust.
He has a very large, beautiful flat, a beautiful, blonde American girlfriend, and marches around the hospital in a haze of superiority.