DCI John Barnaby, and then his cousin DCI Thomas Barnaby, with a string of partner sergeants, are investigating intricate murders in the picturesque and outwardly prosperous villages of the cozy provincial fictional county of Midsomer.
The peculiarity of this series is how much space is occupied by the realities of the English province: the traditions of all kinds of village holidays, the status and burden of landlords, age-old neighborhoods and family businesses. On the screen there are numerous colorful pubs with charming names, ivy-covered houses, cottages, houses, halls and lodges, carefully combed fields, meadows, washed streets, well-groomed cemeteries and obligatory flower beds with jealous owners.
The conservative and not particularly open English village community has avoided radical changes for centuries and has been able to accumulate so many skeletons that they no longer fit in closets. Old skeletons cause new murders. It adds corpses and flourishing adultery and an incredible density of hidden psychos. There are practically no ordinary criminals, but neither forensic experts nor police officers have to rest. Intense investigations are very moderately diluted by the cute curiosities of the family life of the detectives themselves and high-quality live dialogues.
As a result, intricate plots, intricate crimes, an intriguing investigation, an unexpected denouement. The action develops slowly, Barnaby works carefully, methodically and thoughtfully. It was shot appropriately, the installation is smooth, it is delivered correctly, they play well. A leisurely, pastoral, deliberately English and already classic detective series of a very decent level and in almost indecent quantity.
Language. They speak well, quite correctly, without terrible accents, but naturally, therefore they are diverse, sometimes difficult, and sometimes quite fast. There are a lot of conversations in general. It's a little difficult without subtitles.
The peculiarity of this series is how much space is occupied by the realities of the English province: the traditions of all kinds of village holidays, the status and burden of landlords, age-old neighborhoods and family businesses. On the screen there are numerous colorful pubs with charming names, ivy-covered houses, cottages, houses, halls and lodges, carefully combed fields, meadows, washed streets, well-groomed cemeteries and obligatory flower beds with jealous owners.
The conservative and not particularly open English village community has avoided radical changes for centuries and has been able to accumulate so many skeletons that they no longer fit in closets. Old skeletons cause new murders. It adds corpses and flourishing adultery and an incredible density of hidden psychos. There are practically no ordinary criminals, but neither forensic experts nor police officers have to rest. Intense investigations are very moderately diluted by the cute curiosities of the family life of the detectives themselves and high-quality live dialogues.
As a result, intricate plots, intricate crimes, an intriguing investigation, an unexpected denouement. The action develops slowly, Barnaby works carefully, methodically and thoughtfully. It was shot appropriately, the installation is smooth, it is delivered correctly, they play well. A leisurely, pastoral, deliberately English and already classic detective series of a very decent level and in almost indecent quantity.
Language. They speak well, quite correctly, without terrible accents, but naturally, therefore they are diverse, sometimes difficult, and sometimes quite fast. There are a lot of conversations in general. It's a little difficult without subtitles.