Harry Dresden is a wizard. He's not a magician. He doesn't do card tricks, he doesn't teach magic, and he certainly doesn't do parties. What he does do is use his knowledge of the hidden supernatural world to help the Chicago PD with their cases. His most frequent associates are Murphy, a female police detective; and Bob, the disembodied spirit of a long-dead sorcerer.
The Dresden Files began life as a series of books that have considerable popularity in the geekosphere. A lot of these ardent fans were outraged by changes the series made from the books. I'm not one of those fans, since by 50 pages into the first one I was heartily tired of being told more about the female character's bosoms than ... well, anything else about them, frankly.
*ahem*
In any case, I was resolutely on the side of the TV series when it came out, since Paul Blackthorne was quite fun in the lead role and I didn't give two hoots about whether Bob was authentic to the books or not. But I must admit that the last 12 years have not been kind to it. The bar for fantastical film and TV has been well and truly lifted in that time, and the very modest ambitions of the show (and its equally modest budget) are more than a little obvious these days. It's simply out of its league compared to its more modern competitors and that's why I cannot really recommend it. You'd simply be better off using the time to watch something like The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina instead.
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