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How right I was

Forty minutes before the start of the last two episodes of The Killing, Son arrived back home. What did I do? Gave him dinner and then abandoned him while we watched.  I mean, you can’t just not watch something like that, can you? You’d not know what the rest of the country knew. You’d be an outsider.

Forbrydelsen III - Sarah Lund

Is it too cheap to say I told you so? I couldn’t actually work out how or why the character I pointed my finger at after the first Saturday of The Killing III could be ‘the one,’ but I was right. What we didn’t know at the time was that the last season of Forbrydelsen would be about two crimes. Not just the one at the beginning.

But then we suspected the murderer in season one as well, only felt they seemed too obvious. But with enough (red) herring(s) in-between, anyone can be guilty of almost anything. It was a very small cast, when all’s said and done. If the police didn’t do it and the politicians didn’t, there wasn’t a lot of choice left.

The Prime Minister and the company director both showed a surprising amount of backbone; until they didn’t, at the very end. Although I suppose it was to their credit they went as far as they did.

The Killing couldn’t end happily. It would have meant letting the fans down. I’m guessing those who have been disappointed were all set for happily ever after, and upset it didn’t happen. I’m quite satisfied, in a funny way.

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Forbrydelsen III

For helvede, that was no shipmate. Ship’s mate, unless he was the first mate, which he could have been on the grounds of being the only one. But that might make him mate only. It’s just a space and an apostrophe, but we need to raise the poor man from shipmate status.

Sorry for being picky, but it grated.

The country has been on tenterhooks for The Killing, the final outing for Sarah Lund. The Guardian gave lessons in Danish. Sort of. Facebook friends foamed at the mouth. Daughter fumed more than foamed, because BBC4 fell short of her northern outpost, and there will have to be complaints.

The long wait was just about worth it. Nice to settle in to a surly and confused detective again, and because Sarah has a tendency to lose her partners, there is a certain freshness in having a new one each season. Two new men, actually. The younger one, Asbjørn, looked a lot like poor Meyer, I thought. Borch, on the other hand, seems quite bossy.

Forbrydelsen III

We got so much politics that every once in a while I thought I was watching Borgen, while having trouble deciding which party is which. If I was Prime Minister, which I’m not, I’d be more wary of her in the Centre party.*

Everyone ought to have a bike parked in their posh hallways. And you would have thought they thought they were in Switzerland, displaying such expectations of trains and buses running on time.

And Sarah’s mother… She’s so very Danish.

Here’s to next week! (Please let it be a shorter week, this time.)

*My money is on the chap on the far right of the photo. Far too many fingers in too many pies.