I have always been a big fan of murder mysteries. I get this from my mom with whom I used to watch Columbo when I was but a wee lad.
One of the great shows of all time is Murdoch Mysteries. Frequently when discussing Canadian productions, we use the disclaimer 鈥楥anadian,鈥� as in: 鈥淚t is one of the great Canadian shows of all time.鈥� This is a recognition that the standard for Canadian content may not necessarily be on par with the offerings of more populace nations where production budgets are much more generous.
That is not the case with Murdoch, however. It holds its own on the international front. Or at least it did.
A couple of seasons ago, it started to get slightly uneven. Last season was hit and miss.
This season, honestly, it has become a parody of itself. Monday night鈥檚 Christmas episode was almost unwatchable, as were the previous two.
When shows get long in tooth, they often become prone to navel-gazing. This was evident from the two-part season premiere in, which almost focused more on the characters鈥� subplots than the mystery
Shows that have perhaps overstayed their welcome also tend to start relying too heavily on the tropes that made them great.
Murdoch鈥檚 charm and character was in its unique tropes: the detective鈥檚 ahead-of-his-time homemade crime-solving gadgets; tongue-in-cheek cultural references; cameos by public figures; recurring characters; historical figures as characters; fanciful flights of imagination; and homages to classic literature and film.
There is utility in these things, but also grave danger of taking them too far. It鈥檚 like using heroin. The term 鈥渃hasing the dragon,鈥� refers to the ever-escalating craving and increased usage resulting from the desire to recapture the perfect high.
As an example, Episode 9, called 鈥淓xcitable Chap,鈥� sees the return of James Pendrick, a great character, whose tragic flaw is a penchant to blindly trust brilliant, beautiful women. Unfortunately, every time you revisit the needle, you have to up the dose. Eventually that leads to overdose as it did with Pendrick鈥檚 invention of a fountain of youth serum that turned him into a costumed Jeckyl and Hyde character. Ugh.
Just as disappointing was Episode 8, an homage to the classic comedy 鈥淲eekend at Bernies,鈥� in which the constabulary uses a witness鈥檚 corpse to try and trap a murderer, came off as just bad.
In general terms, the erstwhile lads of Station House 4, are now more Keystone Kops than simple foils to Murdoch鈥檚 genius.
The humour has gone from clever to forced. The subplots, such as Constable Jackson鈥檚 terrible Christmas choir in the latest episode, distract instead of enhance.
Christmas episodes should be avoided like the plague, in any event.聽 At best they tend to be maudlin. This one was ridiculous.
An homage to Dickens鈥� A Christmas Carol, it never worked from the opening scene of Constable Crabtree inventing the graphic novel to the orphans that were more caricatures than characters, to the masked crusader with his聽 implausible gadgets based on Crabtree鈥檚 comic, to the Ebenezer Scrooge-inspired 鈥淚ce King鈥� who was more Batman villain than anything else and whose icy heart was instantly melted by a completely unbelievable police rebellion against doing their jobs, this episode was seriously gag-worthy.
I hate to see great shows go bad, but if the producers of Murdoch don鈥檛 seriously up their game over the next couple of episodes, I may have to abandon the show despite my nine-and-a-half year investment in it.
