After the usual thrilling yet familiar opening bars introducing Tatort we were in some horrible neighborhood with horrible people and I asked myself again why I am watching Tatort. How has this become the highlight of the week for me? About five minutes in the main suspect was having a horribly foul fight with her sister and sister's partner and my blood pressure was elevated and I was totally stressed out. Very tempted to just turn it off.
Persisted. I liked the two Stuttgarter detectives. The older one reminded me of my long-lost Tatort love in Berlin (they have stopped using those two detectives :() being short of stature and large of nose. The taller, younger detective was appealing, like a cocker spaniel puppy. He was a guy I probably would have approved of as looking 'American', in my way of approving of men when I came here many years ago. And he somehow had a more realistic or at least believable relationship to his two children who, in a sub-plot given a lot of time, were having trouble dealing with the detective's recent separation from his wife (she left him for a bounder called Moritz, how could she?!?).
The teenage suspect (again) was unpleasant but vulnerable. And the young woman who played her was outstanding. Perhaps an actress actually isn't all that good when you're wondering the whole time, "Who IS she? How does she do that? She is amazing!!" Definitely expect to see more of her. Of course she had to play the vulnerable sexually abused teenager, getting pretty standard for Tatort.
Final note: was won over by the world-weary, wrap-around dress-wearing lady of a certain age working in the police dept. (must figure out all these job titles) who used her womanly wiles to good effect, and in the nick of time.
Mom called again ten minutes before the end. I let it ring and called her back fifteen minutes later.
Persisted. I liked the two Stuttgarter detectives. The older one reminded me of my long-lost Tatort love in Berlin (they have stopped using those two detectives :() being short of stature and large of nose. The taller, younger detective was appealing, like a cocker spaniel puppy. He was a guy I probably would have approved of as looking 'American', in my way of approving of men when I came here many years ago. And he somehow had a more realistic or at least believable relationship to his two children who, in a sub-plot given a lot of time, were having trouble dealing with the detective's recent separation from his wife (she left him for a bounder called Moritz, how could she?!?).
The teenage suspect (again) was unpleasant but vulnerable. And the young woman who played her was outstanding. Perhaps an actress actually isn't all that good when you're wondering the whole time, "Who IS she? How does she do that? She is amazing!!" Definitely expect to see more of her. Of course she had to play the vulnerable sexually abused teenager, getting pretty standard for Tatort.
Final note: was won over by the world-weary, wrap-around dress-wearing lady of a certain age working in the police dept. (must figure out all these job titles) who used her womanly wiles to good effect, and in the nick of time.
Mom called again ten minutes before the end. I let it ring and called her back fifteen minutes later.