It seems to be all about speed these days, blazing speed. And that's why I'm glad "The Killing" (8 tonight, AMC) is back.
The show, starring Mireille Enos and Joel Kinnaman, is slow. Stories unfold. Scenes linger. You can't watch "The Killing" while you're vacuuming or Tweeting. You've got to pay attention or you'll miss something meaningful.
Of course, when it first launched, "The Killing" was bashed for being too slow. Folks wanted the mystery solved in the first season, and angrily tuned out the second season, missing the heartbreaking reveal of the killer. In my view, it was worth the wait.
And because of "The Killing," I had the patience to watch "Top of the Lake" and the patience (although not always the courage) to watch "Rectify." Little did I know there would be a slow TV movement, ushering in shows with the timing and the detail of novels.
Still, because of the backlash, "The Killing" is a little faster this season. With a serial killer at the center of the plot, there are multiple bodies. Linden and Holder start the season with Linden off the force; by the second hour, Linden is drawn back in. (Peter Sarsgaard as a death row inmate, by the way, is disturbingly genius.) And the producers have promised the crime will be solved in 10 episodes.
Yet, thankfully, it's still a slow watch. There are scenes that seem out of place until they resonate powerfully later. A look can still have as much meaning as the language. It's moody and sometimes feels like a dreamscape or some other reality.
So, each Sunday, I'll take a breath, plant myself in front of the TV, demand silence, watch "The Killing" and hope good things really do come to those who wait.