We’ve almost reached the halfway stage of this frankly daft Swedish supernatural crime series and after this episode I genuinely don’t have a clue what’s going on. One of the reasons why I’m sticking with it is that there is a crime still to be solved and, so far, it has been nicely paced and plotted. But this fourth episode was a bit of a mess – there were so many little things going on it’s difficult to know where to start.
On the 13th February 2014 I wrote the first ever post for The Killing Times. I’d attended crime fiction festivals for a few years before but I’d also developed a fascination with crime drama, too. So I decided I wanted to do a blog that fused these two interests together and, frankly, allow me to indulge my interests and write long, pretentious reviews of crime drama, of which there was (and still is) a lot of about. So that’s how the The Killing Times was born, and now, this is the site’s 500th post. Hurrah!
We are half way through The Interceptors’ increasingly weary war against drugs and this episode found me reaching for my class C benzodiazepines for some blessed relief. It begins with Ash (OT Fagbenle) and the rest of Unit trailing after Forsberg “the Viking” (Ooh, is it suddenly about to go all Nordic cool on us? No such luck.) They’re just following the Lidl version of Hansel from Zoolander, rather ineptly, to see which kingpin he’s batting for – and luckily it’s our old mate Docker (Gary Beadle), Roach’s scumbag number two. Small world, isn’t it? Luckier still, the cash with the bank tracking device that Docker and co lost then regained last week is still in play for Unit to follow.