Where were you on the evening of 22nd January 2011?
Let me jog your memory: a terrified girl running through a dark wood, a politician’s car at the bottom of a lake, a female detective in a chunky cream-and-black Faroese sweater. You were watching episode one of The Killing, of course!
( in the original Danish) brought a welcome darkness into our lives. If was the equivalent of a pint of warm beer, this added depth and dimension to the genre that, in England at least, had become a form of nostalgia television, composed of cottages and country pubs.
