I have to quote from the Daily Mail here:-
This visual catalogue of violence against women has even drawn criticism from that bible of the BBC, the Radio Times, and its level-headed chief TV critic Alison Graham. It was now an exception to the rule, she told Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour, to see a major drama in which a woman was not raped, bound and gagged, or laid out grey and naked on a mortuary slab.
BBC executives are defending the show and their decision to renew it for a second series: they claim it provides insight into the motives of a sadistic psychopath. By beckoning viewers to share the killer’s experiences, the programme-makers say, it challenges our preconceptions about evil.
Such weasel words are insulting and obscene. The Fall doesn’t challenge evil: it wallows in it. This series is an invitation to share an extended rape fantasy.
Anyone who tries to "challenge my preconceptions about evil" can get a job cleaning up Fred West's house in Gloucester "Evil" leaves a filthy mess and people in anguish and misery. It's ugly, not edgily glamorous.
Look at the handsome well educated psychopath serial killer in The Fall, so buff, so clever, so handsome and compare him to the filthy toothed illiterate Fred West. Scenes are constant juxtaposed in a crass artiness e.g. the killer washing the body of his victim and the gorgeous detective showering after an exciting zipless fuck. Gillian Anderson, who was a great neurotic Miss Havisham in Great Expectations, is affectless, a silk-shirted descendant of the other beautiful blonde and excitingly emotionless detective in The Bridge.
I like detective stories, both police procedural and comfort-telly Agatha Christies where the corpse is glanced at, tidied away and the interest is in the puzzle, the daffy characters and the period settings. The Fall pretends to a gritty reality by being set in Belfast but with the elaborately patterned death-dealing it is as unreal as Midsomer Murders. Cosiness may be a little absurd, but woman-murder porn is vile.