Lennart Brix, Lund’s stoic bad-ass superior, had an excellent final two weeks, stealing most of his scenes and finally revealing himself to be The Man. I still find the sudden introduction of Kristian’s dead son into the story jarring, and the ending was inevitable, when our idealistic PM finally disappoints both Karen and us, but at least he had big scenes, especially the climactic confrontation with Mogens. Meanwhile, back in the Kristian Kamper storyline, Kristoffer is harbouring a secret, but not the horrible one I expected. To be honest, I’m amazed there were so few fatalities – I thought Robert Zeuthern was dead meat. Removing the core cast from their usual Copenhagen environment for the final hour was one way of putting us on edge. Thus, we see one episode of unsuccessfully trying to prove Reinhardt was the killer, then a second of nature walking. So this week, newly named kidnapper Loke does his best Hannibal Lector, withholding the truth about Emilie’s whereabouts until the police have done his bidding. You know at the end of last week’s two-parter, when we learnt that the butler/PA was the killer, and the kidnapper was… some random? Well, it turns out that was the truth, not any kind of feint. Slightly disappointingly, the whodunnit aspect was downplayed this time.
When reviewing the grand finale of a series or show, it’s tempting to spend the whole review discussing the final scene, but I’ll try to pace myself. But first, our final review of the final series: The Killing III. No more jumpers, no more torches, no more recurring thumping music ending every episode.
No more Forbrydelsen, no more Sarah Lund, no more politicians considering the election implications of murder whilst a family weeps in darkness. After single-handedly kick-staring Denmark-mania in Britain, The Killing has ended.
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