Now and then I look for relaxation times of a crime.
Meanwhile - tonight it was perfectly clear to me - I lose interest in it.
The recent thrillers build almost all of perverts, empathic emotion-driven, idiotic actions of the investigators on such that even with the best actors and individual dialogues, the voltage soon perdu. (The chief investigator is talking to right behind the house of Erzbösewichts with the undercover investigator, and if that is not enough to bring her story leader in mortal danger, he sets himself, universally known, in the car waiting for pre property after it in the garden with a waving yakking who already come to the attention of the observed, has been beaten by his gorillas, and the like.)
The police - otherwise alter extended any crack, hehe - are so negligent and stupid that they catch in the end only or to transfer assets to the criminals, because the first unshakable cunning and devious, holding them in his boundless arrogance for even more stupid than they to be the hold out.
So make the whole thing - except it is slapstick - not fun anymore.
The writers seem to write only for idiots. (more ...)