Arthur Weasley's Postwar Years, I Found Them

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I'm working my way through the Father Brown series on Netflix. The mysteries themselves are hit or miss; sometimes the case is well-plotted and gripping, and sometimes the plot holes and leaps of logic are so glaring that you wonder how the script passed the preliminary editing and review stage. The show's strength, such as it is, rests with Mark Williams, the eponymous Father Brown. He's an aspirational figure, Father Brown, with an unerring sense of moral rectitude and a limitless wellspring of Christian compassion. Of the pious, Roman Catholic variety, of course. He never puts a foot wrong, and the characters never question why they're spilling their secrets to a priest with zero jurisdiction in a case, but that's a standard of the genre, and Williams is so prepossessing as the kindly parish priest that I don't mind the insult to credulity.

Besides, when the case drags, I just pretend that Arthur Weasley has used a time turner and is cosplaying as a priest in 1950s England in order to study Muggle cultural anthropology and thereby discover once and for all the function of a rubber duck.