It is a series of powerful and diverse events that we live with a British inspector who hates the sun, sea and sand. Things seem to change completely as he moves from London to St. Mary's Island in the Caribbean. During the presence of this investigator on that island, will follow his investigations into the killings on the island.
It was an enjoyable opener, with enough crispness and wit in the writing and storytelling, but could DI Poole be loved for his uptight paperclip-counting in the way Columbo was for crumpled raincoats or Morse his misanthropy? That seems less plausible.
Not many detective dramas open to the unapologetically cheery tune of You're Wondering Now before moving seamlessly onto the kind of horror and gloom usually reserved for the Branning family on Tuesday nights.
You'll have no trouble seeing where Death in Paradise is going, as it's not exactly taxing. But it is rather winning in a quiet way, and Robert Thorogood's script is affable.
I never believed in Poole, so I never cared. He wasn't helped by the script, which required him to spout lazy plot exposition while also complaining dully about the heat and the inefficiency of the locals.
