Twenty months after Netflix dropped the Trent Dalton adaptation in January 2024, the show has aged into one of the few streamer-funded Australian dramas that didn't get cancelled out of spite.

The films get made in Sydney and Melbourne, the stories get set in the outback, and the actual regional cities where most Australians live barely appear at all.

The needle drops are forensically accurate to 1985 Brisbane except for the one song that is not, and that exception tells you everything about what the show thinks nostalgia is for.

The adaptation of Trent Dalton's novel is charming, violent, and uncertain about its own tone in exactly the same proportions as its source material.

The ABC's forensic pathologist procedural is not trying to be prestige television, and its refusal to apologise for being a well-made genre show is its best quality.