Private Eyes s2 ep 15

A modern twist on a traditional Rear Window-type theme this week, as a lonely little boy with time and a DRONE on his hands comes to believe his teacher has been murdered by her next door neighbour and hires a very sceptical Shade and Angie to investigate.

The ostensibly idyllic suburban setting brings up some apparently unresolved issues for Angie, but this is Private Eyes not Peyton Place so it’s nothing remotely traumatic. The mystery itself meanwhile meanders along quite nicely with the charmingly exasperated Maz popping up every now and again (“Thank God it wasn’t carrot!”), and Zoe in the background working on a (not that interesting, admittedly, but at least it doesn’t take up much time) side job for Shade Senior as well. No problem. “The Hills Have Eyes” is not in any way re-inventing the wheel – and lest any horror fans get the wrong idea, it’s about as close in tone to the movie of the same name as Paddington is to Nightmare on Elm Street – but it’s a cute, cosy story with some deft wee twists along the way, and, as usual, a thoroughly good heart at the centre of it – my eyes actually got a little misty at all the happy neighbourly togetherness at the end. Aw. Oh, and bonus: Shade and Angie pretend to be a married couple for a couple of minutes, so there’s that too. SQUEE.


2 thoughts on “Private Eyes s2 ep 15

  1. Jed Bartlet July 22, 2018 / 1:18 pm

    I was VERY disappointed with the fact that Shade and Angie weren’t required to be a pretend married couple for longer: as we’ve said before, the pretending-to-be-a-couple genre is an Unpopcult favourite. And I didn’t much care for Shade senior poking his nose into his partner’s family life. That apart I thought this was one of the better plots.

    • CJ Cregg July 22, 2018 / 8:25 pm

      Agreed – I thought it was a clever plot with some nice red herrings. I really liked it. But yes, I would have liked a bit more “pretending”, ideally of a more hands-on nature. Come on, Shangie!

      I found the Shona plot a little odd. She was so passive about the whole thing – my son no longer talks to me, never mind, we must never speak of it, oh well here have a macaroni pie for breakfast. (I love macaroni pie but unless it’s very different in Canada, I would not have said it’s a breakfast food.) Then “how dare you interfere! Thanks for interfering! Turns out my son is talking to me after all!” If it was there to flesh Shona out a bit, it didn’t really work – other than she has a son, we don’t know her any better than we did before. Not that I’m bothered either way – it just seemed a bit pointless.

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