Deadloch

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**Score: 9/10 A Brilliant, Sweaty, and Utterly Unmissable Aussie Gem** *Deadloch* is a thunderbolt. It arrived with almost no international fanfare and proceeded to absolutely clean up earning some of the best reviews of any Australian series in recent memory. Now, with two seasons under its belt, it has proven that its magic was no fluke. It is a murder mystery, a small town satire, a feminist manifesto, and a laugh out loud comedy all rolled into one gloriously bloody package. And somehow, it got even better when it swapped Tasmania for the tropics. **From Tasmania to Darwin: A Perfect Pivot** Season one was set in Deadloch, a sleepy, picturesque Tasmanian seaside town where the weather is cold, the locals are eccentric, and the annual winter festival is a big deal. Season two shifts the action to Darwin the opposite end of the country, with opposite weather conditions. Gone are the grey skies and oppressive chill. Enter relentless humidity, stunning sunsets, crocs, and a sweaty, chaotic energy that suits our protagonists perfectly. **The same central characters** Dulcie Collins (Kate Box) and Eddie Redcliffe (Madeleine Sami) are back, and their dynamic remains the show's undeniable engine. But they are now fish out of water (again), dropped into a completely unfamiliar environment with a totally different supporting cast. The new Darwin locals are just as weird, just as suspicious, and just as hilarious as the Tasmanian lot, proving that the show's brilliance lies not in its setting, but in its writing and its unforgettable leads. **The Comedy Is Just as Sharp** **The story is just as funny.** In fact, season two might be even funnier. The humour remains proudly, unapologetically Australian dry, dark, and often anchored in specific cultural touchpoints. But it never excludes; even unfamiliar viewers will find themselves laughing at the sheer absurdity and sharpness of the dialogue. The Darwin setting opens up new comedic territory: the horror of the humidity, the menace of wildlife, the unique flavour of Top End eccentricity. It's fresh, it's funny, and it works. **The Supporting Cast: Fresh Faces, Same Quality** What makes *Deadloch* special is its ability to introduce a completely new ensemble and make you care about them just as much as the first lot. Season two's Darwin crew is packed with brilliant performances quirky locals, shady characters, and bewildered bystanders who all feel like real people with rich, strange interior lives. No one is wasted. Every face matters. **What About Season Three?** **I don't know if there will be a season three, but I hope so.** Seasons one and two were three years apart, which is a long wait but the quality justifies the patience. If Kate Box and Madeleine Sami are willing to keep solving murders in increasingly absurd Australian locations, I will keep watching. Send them to Kalgoorlie. Send them to Broken Hill. Send them to the Nullarbor. I am there. **The Verdict** *Deadloch* is a masterpiece of tonal control. It is a murder mystery that works, a comedy that delivers, and a character study that lingers. The two seasons (so far) are taut, satisfying, and leave you desperate for more. It is a show that deserves international recognition and a place alongside the greats of the genre. **9/10.** It loses a point only because the three year gap between seasons is cruel but that's not the show's fault. It's the universe testing our patience. **Watch if:** You love dark comedies, murder mysteries, Australian humour, or simply want to watch two incredible actresses play off each other at the peak of their powers in increasingly ridiculous situations. **Skip if:** You are offended by strong language, dark subject matter, or comedy that punches up at small town (and big town) pretension. This show is not for the easily offended. It is for everyone else.

If it weren’t for caricaturizing men, there wouldn’t be a show. Deadloch builds its comedy on reducing nearly every male character to a stereotype—buffoonish, sexist, or simply incompetent. That choice doesn’t just limit the humor, it flattens the entire narrative. A satire can be sharp without being one-note, but here the punchline is always the same, and the story suffers for it. The homosexual empowerment trope is overplayed. The imbalance is hard to ignore. If the roles were reversed and women were written with the same broad ridicule, the backlash would be immediate and fierce. Yet in this case it’s packaged as bold "social commentary". The result is less a compelling mystery and more a predictable exercise in mockery—smug where it should be clever, shallow where it should be biting.