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HBO’s True Detective: Season 2

So just what was it about season two of HBO’s True Detective that caused such a monumental ruckus of ruthless criticism? Well, who can say. I imagine it had something to do with the dark, difficult and byzantine way that creator Nic Pizzolatto presents the material. Maybe it’s the fact that it had to follow the lightning in a bottle, southern gothic, out of left field mastery of season one. Simply just the shift in tone and setting? I’m reaching for straws here because the hate and rejection that this brilliant piece of television has amassed always flew over my head. This is deep, dark LA noir at its finest, most gorgeously dangerous and I love every challenging, impenetrable episode to bits.

The setting shifts from bayous of Louisiana, the amount of lead characters multiplies significantly and where there was once eerie folk horror and occult conspiracy we now find decadence, corruption most high and a focused, implosive inwardness in exploring each individual the narrative focuses on. Colin Farrell is unbearably intense as LA cop Ray Velcoro, a haunted addict who has fallen from the grace of both the department and his family, but isn’t down for the count quite yet. Vince Vaughn is emblematic of every career criminal trying to go straight as Frank Semyon, a stubborn small time kingpin with dreams of scoring big in California real estate. Rachel McAdams is haunted as Ani Bezzerides, a cop with a tragic past and the deep set trauma to prove it. Taylor Kitsch is Paul Woodrough, a pent up special ops veteran turned state trooper who rounds out this quartet as they’re faced with the kind of miserable, insurmountable odds one always finds in the best kind of film noirs. There’s an unsettling, decades old conspiracy afoot in the fictional yet uneasily realistic county of Vinci, CA, a brooding, festering menace that seems rooted in the now booming transportation system that has taken the economy by storm. Our heroes struggle to fight treachery, debauchery and excess run mad everywhere they turn, for their souls and California’s itself alike as the slogan for promotional material “We get the world we deserve” seems stingingly apparent throughout.

Farrell is my favourite as Velcoro, the anxiety ridden badass who displays the horrors of his past in the manic whites of his eyes and drowns them out with enough booze and blow to feed a city’s collective habit. He’s an antihero type, moonlighting as an enforcer for Vaughn but maintaining a fierce moral compass when all else is naught. Vaughn feasts on the stylized dialogue here and produces verbal poetry so good it hurts and you hit the rewind button just to hear his delivery again. His Frank is a hard, jaded piece of work with a soul hiding beneath the layers of anger and distrust for the world around him. McAdams’s Ani comes from a place of childhood trauma so unthinkable that they barely show it in hushed flashback, and it’s apparent in her caged animal body language, by far the actress’s most affecting work. Kitsch makes the slightest impression of the four and his arc didn’t seem as immediate as the others but he still did a bang up job in intense physicality. After the success of season one a host of excellent actors were drawn to this project, standouts here include David Morse as Ani’s commune leader dad, Kelly Reilly as Frank’s intuitive wife and second in command, Rick Springfield (!) as a shady plastic surgeon, Ritchie Coster as Vinci’s terminally alcoholic mayor, W. Earl Brown, James Frain, Ronny Cox, C.S. Lee, Lolita Davidovitch and the legendary Fred Ward as Ray’s bitterly prophetic ex-cop father.

Pizzolatto spins a very different kind of story here, one composed of long glances, deep shadows, arresting establishing shots of Vinci’s sprawling highway system, as dense and tough to navigate as the season’s central mystery, which isn’t one you get a sense of in just one, two or even three viewings. Impatience and frustration are easy to understand with this narrative, but one shouldn’t write off this piece so easily and I’m sure that’s what happened. A few people don’t have the time to invest in it, get hostile and throw some negative reviews out there and before you know it it becomes cool to hate and there’s folks throwing around words like ‘flawed’ before they’ve attempted a single episode, but that’s the way the internet works I suppose. Balls to them though, this is a deliciously dark, highly stylized, very emotional ride through a world whose themes, intentions and true colours aren’t readily visible until you descend several layers deep alongside these compelling characters. It’s thoughtful, pessimistic yet just hopeful enough to keep a candle lit in all that darkness and has some of the most beautiful acting, camera, dialogue and music work I’ve seen from anything. Masterpiece.

-Nate Hill

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TRUE DETECTIVE 2.2 NIGHT FINDS YOU – A Review by Frank Mengarelli

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TRUE DETECTIVE EPISODE 2.2 NIGHT FINDS YOU
Dir. Justin Lin

“It’s my strong suspicion, we get the world we deserve.” – Ray Velcoro (Colin Farrell)

There’s been so much backlash and disdain for the new season of TRUE DETECTIVE. Vince Vaughn isn’t delivering his performance well enough, Justin Lin’s direction is misguided, the dialogue is not lyrically poetic like it was in the first season.

No one had higher expectations than I did when it came to the new season. I have watched the first season in full at least five times, and watched select episodes much more than that. This season I’ve watched the first episode four times and the second episode that aired last night, three times.

This new season is absolutely excellent. It is exactly what the second season should be, a distinct and sharp contrast from the first, while keeping the same themes and upping the darkness of the new leads.

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Vince Vaughn is brilliant in the show. He’s an under educated streetwise thug that speaks in double negatives and his physical persona fleshes out the towering and domineering Frank Semyon incredibly well. The character of Frank Semyon is brilliantly constructed, and at this point in the series, Semyon is really the only sympathetic character, but we have yet to be fully exposed to his shadow world where the other three leads clearly live.

Lin’s direction has been outstanding thus far, from the overhead shots of the LA highway system, to the creeping close up to Vaughn’s face in his opening monologue to the extreme close up of McAdams’ eye as she is viewing the darkly salacious videos on her laptop. Lin is obviously influenced by Michael Mann. The gorgeous industrial complexes, the overhead shots of infrastructure and the blue toned shots of Semyon’s home, to me, are clearly influenced by Mann, and in particular his seminal film, MANHUTNER.

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And yes, holy Rick Springfield showing up as the eerie doctor who clearly has a much bigger role in the arc of the series than his brief scene in the most recent episode. He was great as himself in CALIFORNICATION.

And no, I don’t think who got shot is dead. While it would be quite audacious of killing that character off so soon, they’ll be back in next week’s episode. I don’t want to trek into spoilers, but I do not believe for a second that the character is dead.

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Creator Nic Pizzolatto continues to absolutely amaze me with his writing. His dialogue is just as fierce in this season; especially without coding it in poetry. He transitioned to pulp dialogue for this season, and it works incredibly well. This season seems to be a nightmarish merging of CHINATOWN and THE LONG GOOD FRIDAY. I cannot wait for next week’s episode.