I remember what I was going to say!
(um, before I was possibly concussed by my cat, jeez, don't EVER drop something loud when you've got a cat lying on your side, OW)
So, okay, we tried watching an episode of Wallander this weekend. The BBC version, with Kenneth Branaugh. Mostly, I suspect, because
eregyrn saw something about it on tumblr due to Hiddleston. But anyway, if the "we tried" wasn't clue enough, well, granted we were watching it almost six years past the crest of the arty angles on an emotionally stunted protagonist crime drama wave it rode in on, but I think our reaction could be summed up by my observation that what it really needed was a lingering shot of an org chart.
It should have been better. It had the ingredients to be. Oh well. I'll stick to Varg Veum.
And I honestly think I'm now going to go put some ice in a washcloth and hold it against my head. Ow.