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Whose fault is it anyway?

Published January 25, 2026

A marketing image for the TV series All Her Fault featuring close ups of the cast faces inside varying size boxes in blue

I’m not sure I would normally reach for a show like All Her Fault, because the concept of a missing child is pretty depressing and there are other things higher up on the list. The hook, such a good one in this show (you turn up to collect your child from a playdate only to find the person that answers the door has no idea what you’re talking about), usually grabs you but then the twists and turns that follow can be disappointing.

Not so in this series. There are twists and turns, of course, secrets being revealed, facts becoming clearer along the way, all until the final truth is unveiled. But they all feel entirely believable and natural and not contrived the way some can.

The cast is phenomenal. I think I came for Jake Lacy but stayed for Sarah Snook and Michel Peña, although everyone was incredible. In fact, Peña was the star of the scene that has stuck with me ever since. In a show that quietly deals with equality and the pressures put on women, mothers in particular, that aren’t always noticed by the outside world, there were three moments that I can’t get out of my head.

The first is right at the end so I don’t want to spoil it but her last words to her dying husband, oh yes. The second is when one mother was trying to organise childcare with her husband now that their nanny had gone AWOL and he said ‘we’ll make it work’ whilst waiting for her to come up with the answers. She snapped: “You can’t just say we’ll make it work, you actually have to TRY and make it work.”

But the series stealer for me was Peña, as the detective, asking about references for the aforementioned nanny. The husband is ranting and raving, why didn’t you get better references, surely you must have noticed something when you talked to them, blah, blah. Peña cooly asks: “Did you notice anything, when you talked to them?” Because of course the husband didn’t talk to anyone, that’s women’s work.

It’s just living in my head, this moment, a glimpse of something brilliant in a TV series that didn’t disappoint. It was a depressing show though, all these hurt and damaged people being terrible to each other, so just keep that in mind if you do want to give it a go.

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