Modus has been a bit of a head-scratcher: some good characters, some tense moments, some socio-political stuff… in fact, everything you could possibly want from a Scandi Noir. But somehow it hasn’t hit the spot and had begun to feel like a photocopy of a decent Scandinavian crime drama – all the elements have seemed to be correct, but something hasn’t felt quite right. No matter, I was in it until the end (it’s Swedish for God’s sake) and that end was about to come. Could Forrester be stopped? And, could I care?
NB: Spoilers ahoy!
So we started off this final double bill with some questions still to be answered: chiefly, who was going to be the sixth death in the whole 1 of 5 concept Forrester and his accomplice were carrying out. Everything up to this point had led us to believe that it was to be Marcus Ståhl, one half of a same-sex relationship with sensitive Rolf and their adopted child; a veritable standard-bearer for same-sex parenting and a tolerant, inclusive society.
Except it wasn’t going to be Marcus.
He had been slowly going off the rails ever since artist Niclas Rosén had become Forrester’s third victim, Rolf initially suspecting that his husband had feelings for the deceased. In tonight’s seventh episode Marcus was seen necking pills and chasing them with booze. He had become unstable and dishevelled. Heck, he had even ditched his fruity waistcoat and chequered suit combos. Things were that bad.
Why? He told Rolf that Niclas Rosén was his (half) brother, and he had ordered a hit on him because his late, hated father had left Niclas all the money. Marcus’s father had hated him because he was gay… little did Mr Ståhl know that the apple of his eye, Marcus’s half-brother Niclas, was also gay.
Marcus, thinking that the hiring of a hitman had somehow opened the floodgates and it was he who had caused the five deaths, went into the study and blew his brains out.
So that was that… or was it? Had Forrester and Ståhl’s PA Marianne Larsson put the pressure on, tormenting him and convincing him that he was to blame for the deaths. Nope. Forrester, he made sure of telling us, was hanging around and intent on carrying out a mission for the far right group in Texas (because Scandinavia is the origination of a permissive, tolerant, liberal society, don’t you know) and he still had one more kill to perform.
And from then on it was a case of who that final kill would be, even though at this stage it was starting to get very messy beyond daft. Linnéa and Stina had gone walk about (of course they had) and we were led to believe that Forrester had picked them up (Modus does this thing… I’m sure there’s a technical term for it… in this case we saw Forrester driving, Linnéa and Stina walking along a road, a car stopping and the girls climbing into the back seat, implying that it was Forrester’s car. It was revealed later that it wasn’t Forrester’s car and he was off somewhere else).
So if it wasn’t Stina, could it be Patricia Green, the girlfriend of government LGBT campaigner Sophie Dahlberg? For a moment we thought it might be.
These possibilities came out of nowhere, thick and fast and were gone as quickly as they came. None of them felt convincing. All we knew was that Forrester was an ex-Marine, whose wife and child had died in a car accident with Forrester at the wheel. In his grief-ridden reverie, he was radicalised by the far right group and then… well, we know where he is now. This information came in an exposition-heavy scene involving Inger Johanne and Ingvar.
In the end, Forrester, who had adopted a slick-haired look with glasses to match his new passport photograph (he had strangled Marianne Larsson to say thank you for sorting it out) was indeed on his way to his final kill and that final kill was… Inger Johanne. In a brutal final scene, which included punching, eye gouging and, finally, some repeated stabbing, Inger Johanne somehow overcame her assailant.
But this final scene didn’t have too much impact because I was still trying to figure out why Forrester would want to kill Inger Johanne. He had a chance to leave the country, but no. He wantedInger Johanne. Perhaps I missed something earlier, but as far as I could tell the reason why he had saved Inger Johanne as his last kill wasn’t explained. Yes, in the scene where Inger Johanne and Ingvar were going over Forrester’s back story, they decided that he was likely, when a plan goes awry, to become unpredictable. But this? Surely it didn’t fit into his MO – Inger Johanne was heterosexual, after all (Ingvar could attest to that). (Feel free to set me right on this.)
So, for me, an unsatisfactory ending to and incredibly uneven series. There were some things to like – I liked Inger Johanne and Ingvar very much (Melinda Kinnaman and Henrik Norlén were both very good), and the Lindgren family storyline was touching and intriguing. It was just a shame that felt a bit bolted on. In the end Modus was poorly constructed; the cat-and-mouse game between Inger Johanne and Ingvar and Forrester just didn’t have any tension, while Forrester and his villainous chums in the US felt horridly cartoonish and, occasionally, laughable.
It could have been a good series because there were enough interesting things going on (I think I’d probably quite like Anne Holt’s original novel this was based on), but what was it Eric Morecambe said to André Previn: I’m playing all the right notes, but not necessarily in the right order. In the end Modus was a Swedish series where the gorgeous interiors and the Stockholm exteriors outshone the story.
For our episodes one and two review, go here
For our episodes three and four review, go here
For our episodes five and six review, go here