I suppose this counts as ‘African Cosy’. It’s not Miss Marple, but it’s pretty close. Mma Ramotswe doesn’t have quite the number of gruesome murders to deal with, unlike Miss Marple, but then there aren’t so many opportunities in St Mary Mead to slice open crocodiles and have a poke around.
After last year’s pilot episode about our favourite Botswana detective, some reviewers felt it was a little slow, but also seemed to admit to not having read the books. So they wouldn’t know that it’s meant to be slow. Slow is good. Slow is the new …, I’m not sure what, but we need it.
The script writers are meddling somewhat with the order of things, but it doesn’t matter when the books are more a smörgåsbord of lots of little mysteries, rather than one big whopping murder. I reckon the tales will mix and match in almost any order. The hairdresser neighbour is a fun invention, and Mma Makutsi is too pretty, and Mr JLB Matekoni is perhaps rather more worldly than in the books, but the main feel of the series is just right. Having Mma Ramotswe play Note’s music at the end was OTT and the wrong kind of sentimental. But that’s television for you.
The tiny boy was cute and so was the dog.
And if you’re scared of going to the dentist, don’t watch this episode.