BOB HART OUT OF THE BOX
DETROIT 1-8-7 is one of those location-driven American cop operas that infest our screens and, occasionally, can be diverting.
But the location here is Detroit — a troubled city which, in the blink of a lazy eye, has gone from being the source of great pop music and wonderfully ridiculous cars to a decaying shadow of the Michigan metropolis once was.
When a series is set in LA, the cast have perfect teeth and are impeccably buffed. Crimes start with a famous film actor/producer/director being drowned in his/her pool or pressurecooked in his/her sauna.
In New York, the cops wear Italian suits, drive shiny black cars and are either hard men with hearts of gold called Vinnie, or metrosexuals who
it know karate. While in Miami sunglasses are worn, shirts are floral and there is at least one drug deal going down, one Cuban or Columbian villain in play, and one glimpse of an alligator in every episode.
But in Detroit? If alligators had ever lived in the sewers here, the locals would have eaten them. Crimes, such as the murder/attempted murder that opens this episode, unfold on empty lots, in dark lane-
Dark: Michael Imperioli