Murder on the telly

I'm only one and a half episodes into The Killing (BBC4, Saturday nights, Danish with subtitles), so there is still time for things to go hideously wrong, but things I like so far:

• Our detective is not a morose middleaged man with health problems.  She's a calm, competent, grown-up woman (has a son I would estimate at 12/13, although I am very bad at guessing the ages of children)(I can't even accurately estimate the ages of babies and toddlers, and I have one handy for reference), reasonably happy (no more grumpy than anyone would be at a case like this coming up on her last day before moving to Sweden to start a new life with her partner)
• So far, no lingering shots of horribly inventive deaths, mutilated corpses, etc.  Yes, the way the girl died is described, and yes, it's horrible, but we haven't been shown it.  "Show, don't tell" is a fine thing to bear in mind, but sometimes it should be "tell, don't show".  Unless the programme makers want to be honest with us and admit they're just making torture-porn for primetime.
• What we have seen, importantly, is the devastation of grief.  Violent death isn't just a puzzle to be unpicked.

The last programme I could say this about was the BBC's excellent Five Daughters.