Spied on: Crime scene Vatican

Non habemus papam - the Pope is out of the picture. He wants to withdraw into prayer and hide from the world, he says. That's great, but what makes him think that? Well, the great gentleman is 85 years old, an age at which most of his peers have long since been taken out of circulation. And he's tired. Yes, of course, the whole holy fuss is enormously stressful. But it's more likely that he's had enough of the world since he saw the last Swiss crime scene "Dirty Thursday".

Not because of the costume mumbo jumbo, the Pope thinks dressing up is great. After all, he himself walks around all day in a funny robe and red shoes. And a ridiculous little hat on his head. But this scene in which two women with each other ... "No, really, did you have to do that? And then DJ Bobo as a car wrecker - a great musician as a brute? Holy sacrament, that can't be allowed! Now I'm resigning!"

Habemus Flückiger

And you know what? The Pope is right: the crime scene wasn't that bad. But it wasn't that good either. Lots of superfluous stuff, very loosely or not at all interwoven with the storyline. Just the performance by DJ Bobo. Why? And Frank Bodin as a badly coiffed guildsman? Why? A birthday present from his daughter, reveals the Chairman and CEO of Havas Worldwide. But above all, it's probably clever self-PR. And why should the 7.78 million viewers who watched the crime thriller on ARD care (unfortunately, we can't yet find out how many people watched the dialect version on SRF 1)?

Most of the Swiss Tatort viewers probably didn't even realize the whole folly. The question remains whether that makes it any better. Is what is not effective superfluous? Are gags that only a few viewers notice and that have no dramaturgical relevance whatsoever dispensable, acceptable or even extraordinarily clever? Ha ha. Give yourself the answer.

Doubtful climax

The "sex scene" between Inspector Liz Ritschard and her carnival acquaintance - whose widely publicized still could also be a Beldona advertisement, yawn - almost seems to be an elementary part of Daniel Levy's story. But only almost. A little dash of eroticism simply had to be whisked into the successful Tatort cocktail. Why not something downright wicked: two lesbians in action. We haven't seen that before, at least not in Switzerland. The whole thing is announced a week in advance and, poof, everyone has a look (even in Rome). A real highlight. No wonder the Pope throws down the gauntlet.

Blessing from above

Speaking of which: good old Benedict certainly acted on a hint from above: According to reports in the Italian newspaper La Stampa, he actually bumped his head in his dark hotel room during a trip to Mexico and Cuba and sustained an open injury. A nod to the bedpost, so to speak. This was followed by his resignation.

The main thing is that the Pope doesn't take a television with him to his hermitage. Otherwise the shabby reality could soon catch up with him again. At the latest with the next Swiss crime scene, because the Egyptian belly dance television At-Tet is now unfortunately banned. At least the ladies in rosé and bleu cut a good figure.