Let's talk TV again.
I've noticed a lot of hate being tossed around for season 2 of True Detective, but it finished last night and I have to say — I really enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it for what it was: a really well put together piece of crime-noir. Nothing ground breaking, often times impenetrable, but really well-written, well-acted noir. I really liked it. A lot.
The problem, I think, was the True Detective moniker itself. When they said each True Detective season would be different from the last they really weren't kidding. It wasn't just a new set of characters: it was new themes, new aesthetics, new everything. True Detective season 1 was a show about the American south. This was a show about Los Angeles. With the kind of writing we wish we could have in video games.
Also: Colin Farrell. Goddamn. I've always been a fan of his, but he was really properly incredible in True Detective. This was as good a performance as I've seen on television.