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Flemish popular fiction, if we may generalize – what we actually all the time do, so why should we now suddenly have permission to ask – out of two category …

Flemish popular fiction, if we may generalize – what we actually all the time do, so why should we now suddenly have permission to ask out one of two categories. Comedy that is so light fails-that laugh is killing you, and misdaadreeksen that is so heavy-handed that it’s laughable. The mixture of the two is rare. Or have you Filip Peeters already see the smile in Salamander? Are you still relishing the memories of all those quips and winks at Beau Séjour? We thought not. A crimireeks which, besides a gun – even a round of laughter is heard, apparently not. Except in Crimi clowns, but there was so thick that it looks very thick on was.

Heavy and humorless, so the Flemish are politieseries. We seem to be Scandinavians. For that reason alone, is The infiltrator, a breath of fresh air. It is a politiereeks who consider themselves not too seriously. Serious enough to have a good story as good as possible, to tell, but with enough relativeringsvermogen and a wide grin on your face to conjure. The series is shying away from the clichés but uses them with evident pleasure, so what thunders it.

The infiltrator is based on the autobiographical book Alpha 20 of the former undercoveragent Kris Daels, but this is after years of planing to the scenarios beyond recognition, far from drifted. Also that thunders: who the adventures of Daels want to know, must read his book but read.

In anticipation you can a few weeks, free of charge, and enjoyed lots of fun with this lovable series. The tone is exactly right: Geert Van Rampelberg, Dirk Roofthooft (that wig!) and Peter Van den Begin are have fun as the little boys that they undoubtedly are. Barbara Sarafian and Natali Broods are appropriate pityingly look. The opening scenes in the South of Spain are delicious, the region around Malaga even does some thinking at the Albuquerque of Breaking bad. And the one-liners are for you to feast on. ‘Come on, mussels, come!’, calls Roofthooft in a uitzuipcafé as the ladies service him too long waiting. And against the wife of an accomplice in Malaga to expensive hotel is booked: saint Nicholas comes from Spain to Belgium, not vice versa.’
The first episode was but a warm-up. In the following week thanks to the clever mounting snickering while five people turned upside down to be popped. That was Tarantino ago, we think.

The infiltrator, Monday at 21.45 hours on VTM.

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