A typical British detective story series in Liverpool, we assume at least it is there, though it could be any British city indeed, since the only distinctive sign we are in Great Britain is that cars run on the left. The two main detectives, an older man at the end of his career waiting for his last promotion before retiring, and a young woman, a rookie some call her, who is the daughter of another criminal investigator who had been the colleague of the first detective in this series. I would regret the older one is too much centered on his last promotion in his career, and the younger one is too much centered on going as fast as she can in her career to reach the level her father had reached before everyone can wink an eyelid closed and open in a jiffy.
Apart from that the murders are absolutely gruesome though we are not shown the real details. The murders are horrible because the victims are in a way or another obnoxious and their death has to be a retaliation and a sort of revenge all the murderers get from or on the victims. Then the investigations are rather simple, for us the audience, since we know practically from the start who did it and the only small details missing concern the motivations of the murderers. The murderers are above suspicion, not because they are not persons of interest, but because they are in a social position that makes them totally untouchable, except maybe in the last story where all those who should have been the killers are proved not to be, though they had all the reasons and motivations in the world to do it.
So you will follow the stories and enjoy the stampeding rhythm of the investigations and you will sigh with relief at the end, more or less, rather more than less, satisfied in your expectations, at least I hope so. I must admit the general accent is more northern than standard British per se, and it is not always easy to catch. Entertaining though it does not remap our social or cultural consciousness.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU
Apart from that the murders are absolutely gruesome though we are not shown the real details. The murders are horrible because the victims are in a way or another obnoxious and their death has to be a retaliation and a sort of revenge all the murderers get from or on the victims. Then the investigations are rather simple, for us the audience, since we know practically from the start who did it and the only small details missing concern the motivations of the murderers. The murderers are above suspicion, not because they are not persons of interest, but because they are in a social position that makes them totally untouchable, except maybe in the last story where all those who should have been the killers are proved not to be, though they had all the reasons and motivations in the world to do it.
So you will follow the stories and enjoy the stampeding rhythm of the investigations and you will sigh with relief at the end, more or less, rather more than less, satisfied in your expectations, at least I hope so. I must admit the general accent is more northern than standard British per se, and it is not always easy to catch. Entertaining though it does not remap our social or cultural consciousness.
Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU