On Sunday, his last case will be shown in the first with the episode “None of us”. Bukow is not that good at all. But it is Charly Huebner who has been playing him brilliantly for twelve years (there would really have been room for improvement in terms of quantity, some have been investigating “Tatort” for 30 years!). Hübner leaves the “police call” at his own request, grateful, as he says, but with new goals in mind. Above all he bothered him, he once said in an interview, that the Bukow role was beginning to dominate his entire work, that directors on other shoots say he should do the Bukow one day.
As an aside: Charly Hübner’s wife in real life is apparently not afraid of it. Lina Beckmann, also an actress, will replace her husband in Rostock’s “Polizeiruf” in the future: as investigator Melly Böwe. She was briefly introduced in the series as the half-sister of Bukow, who also works for the police. Fortunately, the second leading investigator role, Katrin König, remains with us and actress Anneke Kim Sarnau. But back to Bukow.
Charly Hübner rumbled him in the “police call” to a kind of Clint Eastwood of the Ossis: Bukow tidies up, gladly in his own way, with methods on the edge of the law. He can hardly wiggle back and forth diplomatically. Not really looking friendly either. Was Bukow ever in a good mood? Maybe after the sixth beer. This comparison is also suitable in some scenes: He approaches evil like a grumpy bear on drugs – with a calm step, but with a crazy flicker in his eyes. The TV viewer rubs his hands on the sofa: Finally someone who knows how it’s done! The Rostock team is regarded as a television favorite and stable ratings: In the past two years, there have been between a good 8 and almost 9 million viewers. That is very neat. The Bukow is still a phenomenon. Because let’s be honest: would you want to meet such a commissioner in real life?
We would rather like someone who is properly dressed, with a shirt and jacket, neatly combed and shaved, who asks us with a friendly smile and compassionately whether we know the corpse in our front yard and what we have seen suspicious. And that gives us the feeling: Everything will be fine. If Bukow were to confront us, we would be scared! The fact that he only just has his life under control (the Rostock underworld, in which his father was at home, does not let go of him, he knows the milieu inside out, was even suspected of corruption, and then he is also divorced and sensible he can’t feed himself either), you can see him straight away (flickering! Straggly hair! No, we would like to speak to the friendly commissioner, please. But when we sit in front of the television unmolested without a corpse, we no longer know tomorrow. We cheer on Bukow.
It would have been interesting if we had seen Bukow a little longer in our presence. How would he, shall we say, have determined among lateral thinkers? Presumably he would not have let them walk to the end in a friendly manner, but would have personally collected the children they had brought with them, put them in the ball pit and then grimly positioned the water cannon in front of the adults.