Well, as I slog my way through all the episodes in the boxed set, I've enjoyed the last few from Season Four. I ALWAYS enjoy the classy style of the program and find Sergeant Lewis engaging. Inspector Morse is interestingly quirky but his dyspeptic disposition, his cutting remarks, are a little tiresome after a while. I enjoy seeing him slouch through a case but I don't think anybody would really get along with him. No wonder he's single.
With this episode, I'm taken back to Square One. The plot is so intricate and the suspects so many and the outrageous incidents so outrageous that I lost the thread of the narrative over and over. There are multiple possibilities and one needs to understand stochastic processes or something in order to keep up with Morse's and Lewis's reasoning. It reminded me of classes in probability theory. I quit when I ran into stochastic chains.
Can anyone follow the goings on? Does EVERYONE know what's happening except me? Am I alone in the world in finding a plot like this so confusing that even the final explanation leaves me gaping at the screen? I'd like to give this a higher recommendation because I thrill at the sight of that blood red Jaguar crunching along the driveways, and it's always neat seeing Morse stretched out on his couch, listening to Maria Callas and boozing it up on single malt scotch. But they've got to do something about those plots.
With this episode, I'm taken back to Square One. The plot is so intricate and the suspects so many and the outrageous incidents so outrageous that I lost the thread of the narrative over and over. There are multiple possibilities and one needs to understand stochastic processes or something in order to keep up with Morse's and Lewis's reasoning. It reminded me of classes in probability theory. I quit when I ran into stochastic chains.
Can anyone follow the goings on? Does EVERYONE know what's happening except me? Am I alone in the world in finding a plot like this so confusing that even the final explanation leaves me gaping at the screen? I'd like to give this a higher recommendation because I thrill at the sight of that blood red Jaguar crunching along the driveways, and it's always neat seeing Morse stretched out on his couch, listening to Maria Callas and boozing it up on single malt scotch. But they've got to do something about those plots.