
John Nettles plays Detective Inspector Tom Barnaby and Daniel Casey plays Sgt Gavin Troy in the long running British police series Midsomer Murders. The series is based on the Detective Inspector Barnaby novels by Caroline Graham. I haven't read those myself but remember seeing them in Uncle Edgar's when I worked there. There are only seven of them and The Killings At Badger's Drift is adapted for the first tv movie. Each program is about 100 minutes long and self contained.
In the first program an old lady is out in the woods. She sees a rare orchid and takes a picture. She hears a noise, and looking around a bush, sees something that we don't. She runs off and drops a couple of her plant marking stakes. We see a naked pair of feet follow her and find the stakes. Later in her home the old lady is murdered and Barnaby and Troy come to investigate. It opens the door to more murder and perverse sexual stuff. Nice, huh.
The show is set in a fictional area called Midsomer. There are lots of little villages, each appearently filled with murderers, where the individual stories take place. Here's a fun bit from the Wikipedia:
Midsomer is an English fictional county. The county town is Causton, a middle-sized town where Detective Chief Inspector Tom Barnaby lives with his wife and where the Criminal Investigation Department is located. Much of the popularity of the series arises from the incongruity of sudden violence in a picturesque and peaceful rural setting. Individual episodes focus on institutions and practices popularly seen as being characteristic of the English counties.
Many of the villages and small towns of the county have the word Midsomer in their name; this is inspired in part by the real county of Somerset, and specifically the town of Midsomer Norton. The county of Midsomer is notable for its particularly high crime rate, causing the Midsomer Constabulary to be inundated with the number of murder cases that come their way - estimated at 32 per million, around double that of London. This has even become a running joke among the British public. When Mrs Barnaby proposed they move out of Causton and suggested various villages, her husband countered with recollections of particularly grisly murders that occurred in each community. Humour is a main feature of the series, with many of the actors playing up their high-camp characters. This causes some black comedy, such as a woman being murdered by a wheel of cheese, and many scenes being examples of "dramedy" (comic drama or dramatic comedy).
I'm an occasional fan of humourous dramatic stuff and occasionally the episode made me laugh. The show has plenty of interesting characters, not many of them nice, some of them just cannon fodder. The nice thing about a program like this is that they have an all new cast each week. Barnaby's wife and daughter appear on the show, quite often from the looks of it online. They live in one of the bigger towns. There's lots of driving around the pastoral countryside. Little do we know that horror lurks around the bend. What terror has left it's mark on the next little cottage just down the road.
I used to be more of a cosy reader. I am a fan of Carter Dixon, John Dixon Carr, Naigo March and a bunch more. I wasn't a big Agatha Christie fan but I like the tv made from her characters. I haven't been reading those writers much in the last several years but I still have a bunch of their books in the actic. I think the Midsomer Murders are a bit of a modern version of the cosy, a little more graphic, you know for the modern age. The other nice thing about tv programs is that they're quicker to consume than a novel. The library has some Midsomer Murders and I watched a random movie that I can't remember the name of. They aren't all out on dvd in the US but there seems to be more of them on YouTube. I plan to go through a few more, starting at the beginning, and see how long it takes before I get tired.
I do like the little English village. I wouldn't mind living in one except they seem to be filled with murderers. Oh, well, no place is perfect, huh.