When the BBC decided to raise the 70s bodice-ripper Poldark from the crypt the ghosts of reboots past howled their protest. Yet what emerged was a thrilling, funny and moving tale of a conflicted aristo with a big heart and the kind of sex appeal that makes prime Mister Darcy look like John Merrick.

Because to call the new Ross Poldark Aidan Turner a man is to do him a disservice. He's the kind of demigod who the moment he walks through the door sends women sliding off their chairs and log-fluming around the room in a figure-of-eight formation that continues until his exit. This Poldark has the face of Michael Hutchene's hotter, harder, younger brother, the body of Adonis and the kind of smoulder that sets forest fire ranges for months in California.

TV critic James Donaghy guides you through the betrayal, lust, despair and joy of the first tw series as Captain Ross seeks to single-handedly right every wrong 18th-century Cornwall can throw at him. Relive each guilty pleasure, especially – well you know the ones.

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