Toronto. Ever-so-slightly snarky – but nonetheless, y’know, attractive – PI Angie Everett (Cindy Sampson) is looking into the attempted murder of a young ice hockey prospect whose agent is one-time star player Matt Shade (Jason Priestley). As one of the characters points out, “that’s a PI name if I ever heard one”. Shade’s divorced, with a delightful teenage daughter who has a disability; Angie’s marital/relationship status is as yet undetermined, but in her favour she has a possible Secret Pain. He wants to help with the investigation; she tolerates him; they squabble; they solve the crime. The baddie is who I thought it was on first sight.
By episode 2, set in the exciting – but deadly! – world of the bad-boy restaurateur, we’re already getting the scene in which Angie scrubs up and sticks a dress on, and Shade reacts in a way which requires her to remind him where her eyes are. They will, at some point in the future, totally make out, of that we can be sure. (I’m setting the over-under for this at 10 episodes.) Meantime, she hires him as an assistant for her PI firm, because – what do you know? – he’s actually quite good at investigating, in an enthusiastic amateur sort of way, and underneath it all he’s probably a decent guy. The baddie is who I thought it was on first sight.
I can’t begin to tell you just how much Private Eyes won’t change your life. If you’re looking for your next great TV show this ain’t it; compared to this, Royal Pains is an unflinching and harrowing look into the abyss. But it has plenty going for it as well: half of Unpopcult likes her, half likes him, we both like them together. The dialogue is snappy. And the theme is a cover, by Canadian band Dear Rouge, of a truly great 80s song. In short I was utterly charmed, and I have every intention of watching the rest of the season. And, as it’s been renewed, the next season as well. So there. It’s on Universal in the UK, Monday nights at 8pm, also available on demand.