Inside Man is one of those shows where the way they hook you in is by going 'this is the most bizarre, awful ridiculous scenario getting to the point of horror-comedy - is that going to hook you in - just to see whether the makers of this preposterous show can pull it out of the hole they've dug for themselves in the first episode - wait, the first two episodes - wow, the first three episodes (of four)!
To be honest I didn't recognise Stanley Tucci playing one of those roles where he has two sets and probably shot all his scenes in a couple of days (he's in prison, and he's one of those gifts to humanity of the murderer who has extraordinary insight into the worst impulses of the criminal mind). I actually thought 'who's this English actor doing a terrible American accent'.
David Tennant must have really thought he had something to prove taking on this mad character - along the lines of, 'if I can play this piece of madness credibly and get away with it, I am probably the greatest actor in the world.'
This has a strong sense of being a play, possibly a play written in the 1950s (and updated with some shizzle about a USB with porn on it). The last episode is I have to admit extremely tension-riddled so kudos to them for that but then the same old same old from crime tv - basically, the women cop it. 
The last ten minutes go headfirst into madness. I wouldn't bother much unless you have covid and want to fill in time. That's right, I wrote this two and a half weeks ago. Now whose mind is being messed with.
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