Amid a night of overstuffed night of television yesterday (Game of Thrones! Frozen Planet! Teresa Giudice's Business Revenge!), one show began its second season with a busy whimper while another ended its own on a satisfying, almost stirring note.
Perhaps last year's most initially well-received but eventually reviled new series was The Killing, AMC's adaptation of a popular Danish murder mystery that seemed, based on the original and on the many promos leading up to the premiere, to be a show that would solve the murder of a Seattle teen, the now-infamous Rosie Larsen, by season's end. But then, to much focused outrage from TV connoisseurs, the show copped out — it looked like we had our killer, a too-slick mayoral candidate, only to find out in the very last minutes of the finale that, nope, oops, it actually wasn't him. Argh! And this came after a season's worth of annoying red herrings and lots of operatic anguish and so much rain, so very much rain.
The American version's creator Veena Sud made matters worse by seeming completely unapologetic about the season's lame end, even going so far as to suggest that, uh, no one ever promised they'd solve the Rosie murder by the finale. So, many people wrote the show off, figured it wasn't worth going back for another round of feints and innuendos that led nowhere. But we, ever intrepid and curious TV watchers, did check out last night's second season premiere and we're happy to report that... Everyone was right. The show is still well-composed hokum masking as high art, perhaps even more now than last year.