Dearest The Killing,
I really didn’t think I needed yet another cop drama in my life. Honestly, I thought it was the last thing I needed. I’m sick to death of them. Every time I see an ad for a new one I groan.
That all ended when I decided to try The Killing while looking for something to watch while crocheting. I picked you because I thought you wouldn’t demand too much attention. I was so, so wrong.
You are sometimes difficult to watch. Actually, you’re almost always difficult to watch, but in the best way possible. Complicated, meaty characters who constantly surprise me and make me worry. Plot twists I never see coming until it’s too late. Amazing acting. Fantastic writing. So much pain. Ow. My heart hurts, but I can’t stop watching.
You are a clinic on how to make a fairly cliched inciting incident turn so many character’s lives upside-down and inside-out. Seriously, the number of lives you have ruined is jaw-dropping, and I’m not even halfway done. Just when I think there’s no more damage one girl’s death can cause, something else falls apart.
I can’t provide much more detail without spoiling, and I don’t want to ruin a moment of of you for others by doing that. What I can say is that you remind me a slightly more grown up version of Twin Peaks, and that’s probably at least part of the reason why I love you.
All my love,