What are we but our friends?

Dad is a fan of the original Jo Nesbo novels, so he's got us watching the Netflix adaptation Detective Hole at the moment, and I can't get over how dated and edgelordy it seems. After the fan debates of the '00s, I've got very little patience for a depressive alcoholic cop wallowing in manpain, wandering around pissed on budget whisky all the time, and crapping on everybody he knows who tries to support him.