I have a confession to make. When "Only Murders in the Building" debuted on Hulu last summer, I committed the TV offense of dismissing it, sight unseen.
In my defense, I had my reasons. After more than a year in the pandemic-enforced company of my AirPods and my podcast app, the last thing I wanted in my entertainment life was a TV series about true-crime podcast obsessives and their fictional murder-mystery adventures. I already felt like I was living in a nesting-doll world, so why would I move into another one?
But the zeitgeist wants what it wants, and what it wanted last summer was for me to fall in love with Mabel, Oliver and Charles and their quest to solve a murder in their swanky New York apartment building. So I folded like the easy pop-culture mark that I am and tuned in. And they got me.
