All started out well enough.
A woman falling off a ladder under mysterious circumstances. Kris Marshall having fun being the same character from Death in Paradise and obviously enjoying himself.
But I have to wonder... what is with these writers and idiot, obstinate, moronic Detective Seargents?
Camille's was only barely tolerable. DS Esther tops her in every way, doing her best to be an idiot at every turn.
You'd think a woman would be more likely to believe another woman's account in this day and age. One might think they'd champion another lady and her story.
But in the first episode, DS Esther does all she can to dispute the victim's accounts, which are understandably confused (she fell from the second story and she's obviously drugged up to the gills).
She objects to the trip to the house to investigate, insisting the woman is confused and that she was alone in the house (cause there's no way anyone can enter your home when you think you're alone).
Humphrey discovers that the ladder has been moved and she still isn't convinced. Insisting that if "they agree she thought she was alone in the house then we are saying we believe in ghosts".
At which point I thought she was high. Or that the writer was.
This is a long, long way from Tony Jordan's best. The weirdly confrontational (for no reason) interplay between the lead detectives makes no sense, and makes DS Esther look like the dumbest, smuggest person on the planet.
The Humphrey family drama is painfully generic and awful. We have the annoying mother-in-law. The struggle for a baby. The inevitable rocky relationship thereafter.
Kris Marshall is absolutely brilliant. The series surrounding him, however, is absolute donkey twaddle.
A woman falling off a ladder under mysterious circumstances. Kris Marshall having fun being the same character from Death in Paradise and obviously enjoying himself.
But I have to wonder... what is with these writers and idiot, obstinate, moronic Detective Seargents?
Camille's was only barely tolerable. DS Esther tops her in every way, doing her best to be an idiot at every turn.
You'd think a woman would be more likely to believe another woman's account in this day and age. One might think they'd champion another lady and her story.
But in the first episode, DS Esther does all she can to dispute the victim's accounts, which are understandably confused (she fell from the second story and she's obviously drugged up to the gills).
She objects to the trip to the house to investigate, insisting the woman is confused and that she was alone in the house (cause there's no way anyone can enter your home when you think you're alone).
Humphrey discovers that the ladder has been moved and she still isn't convinced. Insisting that if "they agree she thought she was alone in the house then we are saying we believe in ghosts".
At which point I thought she was high. Or that the writer was.
This is a long, long way from Tony Jordan's best. The weirdly confrontational (for no reason) interplay between the lead detectives makes no sense, and makes DS Esther look like the dumbest, smuggest person on the planet.
The Humphrey family drama is painfully generic and awful. We have the annoying mother-in-law. The struggle for a baby. The inevitable rocky relationship thereafter.
Kris Marshall is absolutely brilliant. The series surrounding him, however, is absolute donkey twaddle.