This Icelandic detective series marks the mind thanks to different components. The first component is the geographical background of Iceland with its scenery, its landscapes, its deserts, its rhythms and the travel by car or motorcycle or helicopter. The other component is its police team, which is a trio, with a laid-off inspector, a policewoman and an investigator: they are not super-cops. They don't have a technological arsenal to carry out their investigations; and in the course of the different episodes, elements about their personal lives are given, and moreover they make mistakes. And the last one is the plot, a murder, a multitude of stakeholders who could have committed the murder, and we will learn the name of the culprit at the end of the last episode, having suspected many of the characters met during the dramatic progression.
All this is well done and gives a rather slow pace, but which suits well the still inertial movements on the island. And the various stakeholders in this story allow for a variety of social engineering: a cult of enlightened people, bikers, grieving families, a previous unsolved murder perhaps related, the police team. All this gives a whole that has its own rhythm and its own aesthetic.
A series that meets its specifications: keep the viewer captive until the last minute of its last episode.
All this is well done and gives a rather slow pace, but which suits well the still inertial movements on the island. And the various stakeholders in this story allow for a variety of social engineering: a cult of enlightened people, bikers, grieving families, a previous unsolved murder perhaps related, the police team. All this gives a whole that has its own rhythm and its own aesthetic.
A series that meets its specifications: keep the viewer captive until the last minute of its last episode.