Give me a shot; no problem. Take my blood; I even donate it. Operate on me; doctors are amazed how quickly I stop taking pain meds. But give me a bad cold — just a viral infection — and I’m a wimp.
For the past five days, I have been one with my bed. Coughing, sleeping, feeling sorry for myself, and binge-watching “The Killing,” a Netflix original, from my iPad or iPhone (we don’t keep a TV in the bedroom).
The strength of the story is enough reason to recommend this show. But there’s more. An investigation doesn’t begin and end in an episode. The main characters are imperfect and likable. Secondary storylines — and there are many — are relevant to the primary story. The actors are new to me, which supports their believability. And there’s little violence to watch.
“The Killing” has a five-star rating on Netflix, and I noticed Jonathan Demme directed a couple of episodes. Watch it, and let me know what you think.