Crime novels are not meant as great art. So, taking crime TV shows as great art is remarkably silly, isn't it. This is just a "watch", ie., comparable to the sort of novels you pick up in a batch at the second hand shop or buy at the airport on the way somewhere. Seems like a little gritty to begin with, ie., showing the poor girl's dead body and mutilated face--not the sort of thing you want to watch with your grandkids by any means (unless they're Death Metal rockers or maybe fans of Marilyn Manson.. and adult of course.) So, I see this as a distraction from the news (which is horrid, isn't it).. and a chance to see a very pretty woman (Kelly) and snoop around in some very posh English properties, the sort of places that very few of us would ever get to chance to wander around in. Well, and also the chance to enjoy a feeling of oh what scum the rich folks are! We always suspected as much, didn't we. Oh, what fiends! Not like us decent folks. So we can kick back in our shabby pads and enjoy a good sneer. A pleasant time waster.
Review of The Red Dahlia: Part 1
