Not quite the typical fish out of water scenario, unlike Death in Paradise, where each of the successive Detective Inspectors had their own unique idiosyncrasies. (Has it ever been explained that it seems only white British or Irish men were suitable for that position? Hmm).
Here, the socially awkward but unfailingly decent lead character is nothing so much as a comfortable pair of old shoes. Never terribly exciting, but neither is the audience entirely lost as to his bearings.
This is pretty standard, harmless fare. A mostly gentler kind of mystery than DIP, but with a dash of Jonathan Creek-ish preposterousness (thankfully, less the ominous "most fiendish plot a mind could devise" declarations). You probably can't help but like the show, but it's not one that necessarily inspires love.
Here, the socially awkward but unfailingly decent lead character is nothing so much as a comfortable pair of old shoes. Never terribly exciting, but neither is the audience entirely lost as to his bearings.
This is pretty standard, harmless fare. A mostly gentler kind of mystery than DIP, but with a dash of Jonathan Creek-ish preposterousness (thankfully, less the ominous "most fiendish plot a mind could devise" declarations). You probably can't help but like the show, but it's not one that necessarily inspires love.