I like shows which don’t waste half a season establishing their premise. My Life Is Murder takes no more than a minute or two: Melbourne-based retired detective Alexa Crowe (Lucy Lawless) is consulted by former colleague DI Kieran Hussey (Bernard Curry), who has been looking into a suspicious death. I suspect there’s a bit more to come by way of backstory, mind you: there are definite hints of Secret Pain; Alexa’s reason for retiring – inheritance, no longer needs to work – presumably needs unpacked a little more; and there really is no need for Alexa and Kieran to be so pretty unless we’re going to ship them.
Anyway, Kieran’s case involves a woman who fell to her death from the balcony of an apartment belonging to Dylan (Lindsay Farris), a male escort. Alexa tries saying that she’s not interested in helping out, but we wouldn’t be here if she were able to resist for too long and, with the help of police tech wizard/data analyst Madison Feliciano (Ebony Vagulans), we’re off.
Although the possible crime being investigated is serious enough, My Life Is Murder nonetheless feels pleasingly – and deliberately – inconsequential, as if it might just float away. What keeps it tethered to the ground is an excellent trio of central performances: Curry and Vagulans are engaging, likeable screen presences; and Lawless displays an almost unfair ability to combine endless charm and considerable depth. I was entertained throughout, and I’ve already decided that I’m on board for the rest of the season.