Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Mystery of the British Mystery
A few months ago, I picked up a DVD collection at my bookbus (I live out in the boonies, so the bookmobile is my library) called Blue Murder. It was one of those impulse grabs while waiting in line, and it was season one, so it seemed like a good idea.
Was it ever! I started watching, and I swear, this British mystery series is like chocolate after a bad day. The lead character is Janine Lewis, the boss at Manchester's murder squad. She's a single mother of three, has a busy job, and jells at everyone when things don't go so well. I love her.
And then there's the Brit mystery factor. The cases are complex, you can't always figure out the dunit by the way actors are placed (like in most U.S. series), and the best part: the people feel real. Janine doesn't look like a model, but she's a hero (or my hero anyway) all the same.
So my sad addiction (I'm on season four now) has got me thinking: what makes the British mystery better? Is it because it's different, or is there more to it? Are these series really better?
I don't know. All I know is that season five is waiting after this set, which is just splendid.