SummaryDetectives Rob Reilly (Killian Scott) and Cassie Maddox (Sarah Greene) investigate two seemingly unrelated murders in this adaptation of Tana French's Dublin Murder Squad series of novels by Sarah Phelps.
SummaryDetectives Rob Reilly (Killian Scott) and Cassie Maddox (Sarah Greene) investigate two seemingly unrelated murders in this adaptation of Tana French's Dublin Murder Squad series of novels by Sarah Phelps.
There's a faint True Detective vibe, with Phelps injecting dark humour via the sexist pig of a police chief: "If I'd wanted female detectives to stand around looking pretty I'd have got one with bigger tits." This is a quality job, I'm just not sure it's my bag.
Each case triggers memories of the detectives' own childhood traumas, and while the whodunits they work are satisfyingly resolved, greater and more disturbing mysteries of the soul linger. Not for the timid. [11-24 Nov 2019, p.17]
Despite the intriguing, emotional world that the series builds through a deeply atmospheric setting and compelling narrative ideas, Dublin Murders lurches through its final hours and comes out murky, confused, and unnecessarily rushed.
It is a tasty slice of cut-and-come-again cake, even if the relationship between Cassie and Rob – upon which the credibility of the story turns (or will, if faithful to the books) – is not yet sufficiently close or well-drawn.
Dublin Murders, the TV series, suffers from both stiffness and meekness. It follows the already successful tropes of the BBC crime drama and offers nothing more.
Combining these plots [from two different books] is a terrible idea for multiple reasons. One is simply logistical; the fusion turns two improbable but engaging stories into a ludicrous farrago. ... This attempt, despite strong performances from an excellent cast, doesn’t even come close enough to do her novels justice.
Dublin Murders [is] a mess and, in parts, preposterous. Having watched all eight episodes knowing that an intricate (OK, fine, farfetched) set of plot points wouldn’t come together until, at the earliest, the seventh episode, I'll just tell you (since we're still in the Peak TV era with no signs of let-up): Don't bother.