It's an understatement worthy of some kind of award to say I have mixed feelings about the return of NZ Detectives. It consists of three hour-long episodes inviting viewers to "see through the eyes of detectives of the New Zealand Police Criminal Investigation Branch" as it presents "untold stories behind New Zealand's worst cases and the hunt for those whodunit".
I recognise there's an enduring fascination with this kind of programme - witness the plethora of fictional police procedurals cluttering the schedules. If it bleeds, it generally leads to big audience numbers and therefore advertising revenue, thanks to many people's irresistible urge to rubberneck at others' misfortunes, so it isn't difficult to fathom networks' desire to screen such shows.
But if popularity were the only yardstick we used to measure the desirability of anything, then P would be jostling for space with still-legal-for-the-next-couple-months-highs at the corner dairy. Beyond the morbid appetite anticipated for the first episode's greatest hits compilation of horrible homicides (the second episode apparently focuses on "detecting the drug dealers and the war on drugs"), what (or whose) purpose does the programme serve?
It's certainly not seeking to increase the sum of human knowledge, as is made clear by the obvious observations made in the opening minutes.