Crimes Of Passion-Episode Three. Some notes and dialogue followed by review. Minor Spoilers only. On BBC4 or Channel number 107 on Virgin Media TV Saturdays in the UK @ 9pm Six Episodes. In Swedish with English subtitles

Crimes Of Passion
Episode Three:

NO MORE MURDERS

Some notes and dialogue.

“Halooo!”
The Swedes even say hello like the British used to.  Or rather my Grandmother who would go:
“Cooee!”

Yes.  Back in the day when people really did go round their neighbours to borrow coffee or sugar.

Here comes Christer in his cool hat.  So his car is pale green, not black.

Neighbour:
“There was a young man..”
“After that, she said that life was an ordeal..”
Christer:
“Ordeal?”
Neighbour:
“Yes, ordeal..”

Puck to Mrs. Hulder (Eje’s Mother?)
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing my Father’s cat?”
“He is called Thotmes”
Mrs. Hulder:
“Who?”
Puck:
“He is named after an Egyptian Pharaoh”
Eje:
“Before Christ..”
Mrs. Hulder:
“What an old cat!”

Eje:
“There is nothing quite like Mrs. Hulder’s cabbage cake”!

Mrs. Colonels’ forehead is Klingon-like in its expanse.

Puck cuts open the pages of a book.

So Eje has already forbidden Puck to read her thesis work on holiday.

Eje is briefly shirtless again in his dressing gown.  What did I tell you.

Thank goodness.  A dead body.  That will liven up Puck’s dreadfully dull holiday so far.

So as soon as Elizabeth, the Crime writer, clacking away on her typewriter, fag in mouth, puts a mysterious letter folded up underneath the typewriter: we know its curtains for her.

Mrs.  Hulder:
“Shall I put this pie out on the verandah?”
(Puck burnt it)

The moon climbs high in the sky.  Puck and Christer are in the electric blue night.

So this episode the flashbacks are in deep sepia blue.

Eje to Puck:
“I am taking you to Lover’s Hill”
(chortle chortle)

But Christer is already there, with beautiful Lon.  Puck, in her super duper sunglasses gets aerated.   She is jealous!  Puck only becomes fully animated when Christer is around.  Ah.
Eje is a prat.

Yrnge:
“Destitution is worth celebrating too!”

Fabulous understated deep piano music plays.  Christer comes back to the writer’s room.  He stands and stares  and gets his vibe.

Then the scene comes together with the set up we saw earlier: when the writer, Elizabeth, hid her note..

Christer’s face is intense in its seriousness.  He is feeling the room.  He goes for it.

This is forensics in action.

It was around this time that I fell for Crimes Of Passion.  Yep.  Hook line and sinker. I am hooked.  Crimes Of Passion is a grower: slow and steady it creeps up on you.  In all its charm and bodaciousness.

Then there is is the courtly politeness of manners, the impeccable suits and attire generally.  Everybody is all dressed up as if sometimes in their Sunday best.  Such was their finery.

Although this was the time when everybody of that period would have had a best coat, hat and gloves to go out in.  For women sometimes a headscarf. Tied under the chin as the British Queen would do today.  For a walk with the Corgis.

There was a moment when one character was evincing the moral mores of the time when the time seemed to shift backwards, just in watching this elderly man speak.  His face could have been an ancient face in another century.  The moral codes may well have remained unchanged.  Over even longer periods of time before this one.

So call me a sucker for a handsome face  but better than that is the irrepressible twinkle in Christer’s eye and the quiet quirk of his mouth.  Especially when his eyes alight upon the fair maiden Puck.

OK Puck is married now so either Eje will have to be dispatched forthwith in some grisly or gruesome accident: or this will be a story of unrequited love.  Like the best stories are.

Somehow or another Crimes Of Passion became deep of mood, meaning inferred in silence, blessed silence.  Much is made of letters as serious clues,  The Postman becomes important.  There is no scientific forensics, there are no phones. Except the fixed kind.  A weird sort of silence, as a result, reigns supreme.

Although telephone messages are taken very seriously.  As is an unknown person ringing someone’s home.  This seems overtly strange to our modern eyes at first.   Without the speed of technology, the action and its pace appear to us as slow.

I found myself wondering what it would be like to really live in sunny Skoga and what did people find to do all day.  No wonder they had to bake so many cakes.  Of course you would go for a walk, meet people in the street of the village to stop and chat, or sink a few in the Pub or bar.  Although drinking seemed mostly to take place in formal table-clothed dining halls.

As mentioned before in Episode One where I described the Swedish stiff upper lip: 1950’s Sweden seems very similar to  British in manners, styles and the timeless courtly behaviour of the people in Crimes of Passion.

Plus Crimes Of Passion has a great big paintbox of colours and it likes to experiment.  This aspect of Crimes Of Passion is possibly what endears it to me the most.  That and the beautifully played love triangle of the three main characters.

Particularly Puck and Christer.  Obviously a Detective team made in heaven.

****

Footnote.

Christer’s car is a Savoy.

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