True Detective (2014) IMDb


Seen in 2016.

Review refers to seasons 1 through 2.


In season 1, the choice to go with the Todorovian uncanny disappointed me. Instead of confirming a Lovecraftian premise, the last scene merely undermines Cohle’s nihilism with a comforting vision reminiscent of an Abrahamic afterlife. That nihilism wasn’t presented very well to begin with, being little more than Ligotti’s incoherent absurdities packaged in a badly acted Southern drawl. This is not Delta Green, just a slick resection of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974) with a domestic drama and a cop show.

Season 2 drops the pretense of supernatural horror, replacing it with endless HDR helicopter shots of California cityscapes. Less ambitious and inventive, it’s solid modern urban noir. As with the first season, the ending is just a little too clean.

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