Rosemary Boxer and Laura Thyme live in that never-never world of TV mysteries also inhabited by Jessica Fletcher. Like that famous middle-age woman, these two women seem surrounded by friends and relatives who are bound and determined to kill each other off. Should Rosemary and Laura send you a party invitation, it might be best to decline.
There is only a passing resemblance to real murder investigations here. Instead, we are lead blithely along with the two gardeners as they try to work out the latest puzzle. So if they trample over the evidence that a real investigation would need, or if the villains from time to time say "You FOOLl!!" to their inept henchmen (two words probably never uttered by Tony Soprano) it's O.K.
To watch this show expecting a treatise on forensics is to miss the point. This is produced by Brian Eastman, not Dick Wolf
There is only a passing resemblance to real murder investigations here. Instead, we are lead blithely along with the two gardeners as they try to work out the latest puzzle. So if they trample over the evidence that a real investigation would need, or if the villains from time to time say "You FOOLl!!" to their inept henchmen (two words probably never uttered by Tony Soprano) it's O.K.
To watch this show expecting a treatise on forensics is to miss the point. This is produced by Brian Eastman, not Dick Wolf