Detectives on television tend to wear a uniform as somber as their expressions. Think of Luther’s rugged tweed, Saga Norén’s biker jacket or even Columbo’s iconic trench: Staring into the chilly recesses of human nature seems to require a few extra layers.
R.J. Decker, the quick-witted news photographer-turned-private eye at the heart of ABC’s eponymous twist on the crime procedural, is a different beast entirely. Not since Magnum P.I. have so many crimes been solved by a man with a wardrobe consisting almost entirely of Hawaiian shirts.
