Henry Lloyd-Hughes

There is a type the British screen keeps needing, and Lloyd-Hughes has spent twenty years supplying it: the well-bred young man with something wrong underneath. He got in early, with a small part in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and became recognisable at home as Mark Donovan on The Inbetweeners, the older boy whose function is to make the main four feel small. He played it with an unhurried nastiness that was much funnier than shouting.

The specific skill is privilege with a fault line running through it. Ralph Whelan in Indian Summers is a colonial administrator managing everyone's secrets including his own. Aaron Peel in Killing Eve is a tech heir who treats other people as an experiment, and Lloyd-Hughes underplays him so far that the menace has nowhere to hide. Charles Bovary in the 2015 Madame Bovary is the same quality inverted: a decent, dull man whose kindness is exactly what makes him unlivable with.

Since then the work has widened rather than deepened in any one place. He led Ragdoll as DS Nathan Rose, played Sherlock Holmes in The Irregulars, took Genek Kurc in We Were the Lucky Ones, and turned up as Christoph Gluck in Chevalier and as Bogdan in The Thursday Murder Club. It is a working actor's CV rather than a star's, and it suits the sort of parts he is best in, which are rarely the ones the poster is sold on.