Rare is the Scandinavian crime drama that I detest, but this is one. I've watched three of these movie-length dramas, in the forlorn hope that something, anything, would get better, but no such luck. Oddly, there has been no consistent atmosphere from show to show, as if totally different people were brought in to make each one (and all failing to deliver the goods). Our hero's ineptitude as a sleuth is only matched by his ineptitude as a father (see episode one). The plots lurch from scene to scene with no build-up of suspense, or accretion of clues; anything could happen next. And "surprising" us with a twisted transvestite killer (see episode 3) is such a hackneyed device that only the most uncreative (and culturally retrograde) scripter would dare resort to such a "shock ending" in this century. It seems that "unni lindell" is Norwegian for "cow patty." Wipe your shoes!