"Broadchurch" opens with the death of an 11 year old boy. Before his body is discovered, Detective Sergeant Ellie Miller (Colman) returns to work to find that the job as Detective Inspector she was assured she would have has gone instead to Alec Hardy (Tennant) - a investigator notorious for the recent failed Sandbrook murder investigation. Now they have a murder investigation - and she's reporting to him. Broadchurch is a small and tightly knit coastal town of 15,000 people in the UK.
I watched the first three episodes (of eight in the first season), and came up with a term for it - "grief porn." It's well written and very well acted, so we get to see this family (and community) suffering - in their living room, in their bedroom, even in their bathroom. As they sob, the camera lingers, comes closer, to ensure you can see the tears rolling down and that you don't miss a moment of anger, frustration, or hurt. Like watching a car wreck, it was hard to look away. But after three episodes I went online to find out who the killer was, because I wasn't up to five more episodes of the soap opera of intimate suffering. Well done, but definitely not my thing.