The Killing

My Dad has given me a DVD containing the first two epiodes of The Killing. It's a sort of Danish version of 24, except with chunky-knit jumpers. It's so scary, and so sad. Everyone is sad, all the time. If they are smiling, it's becuase they don't know something sad has happened, or is about to happen. Probably to someone in a chunky jumper.

I'm not sure whether I can cope with another twenty episodes of sadness. My computer has made it's opinion clear; usually the DVD slowly pokes out of the slot by an inch so it can be calmly removed. When I ejected the Killing disc it was spat out with such violence it flew across the room and richoched off the speaker stand.