Murder most horrid pleasant?

Frankly I'm worried about the Danes. How can they claim to be mad for Midsomer Murders largely on the grounds that it induces you to nod off, or that whodunnit doesn't matter? And, even more to the point, how can they possibly say that, for instance, watching a woman being bludgeoned to death with a massive cheese gives you a "good feeling"? (Even if said woman is Martine McCutcheon and you're no fan of her music or her acting...) Apparently over there it's nice, gentle entertainment. Well not here in Oxfordshire, where it's gritty reality, The Wire for the Home Counties.