When the crew of the Kinloch Bravo find themselves cut off from all communication with the Scottish mainland by a mysterious fog, they must fight to find a way home whilst managing environmental pressures, mounting paranoia and rising tensions. But as the threat facing them reveals itself to be something beyond their wildest imagination, the divided crew must form an alliance to ensure survival.
The Rig takes a tough mans environment and turns it into a woke playground, with an sprinkling of drippy types that are instantly out of place and would fit better into a downtown Starbucks, than this unforgiving environment. To add to the sense of implausible asinine tedium, the story is bland, unoriginal and slow. Nothing new on offer here. Perhaps its time to turn off the nonsense and accept some things for what they are, rather than trying to astro turf the truth. Rigs are overwhelmi...
