Ok a bit of a confession …..I got behind with True Detective this season and am mulling whether or not to go back.
I saw about 3 episodes and they didn’t grab me that much. I kept waiting for the show to take off. That’s after Season 1 being my favourite new show of 2014.
From what I have noticed in other media, I was not alone in my disappointment.
With so much content beckoning (and especially given the anthology format of the series) finding the time to go back for 5 more episodes or so is a big ask. And to what end?
Here’s what others have been saying about the season and finale:
I come here not to bury True Detective season 2. It did a good enough job of that by itself. The season ended much as it began, in a purple-prose haze of portent, masculine agony and confusion. It had too much plot and too little story; its murder mystery was so convoluted and foggy that, paradoxically, the show felt formless, like a string of long, unrelated audition monologues one after another.
True Detective’s characters this year were as impenetrable as the dialogue they were being forced to spout – the feeling was that HBO, buoyed by last year’s success, had let Pizzolatto off the leash and allowed the worst qualities of his writing to come to the fore.
At the beginning of the season, when critics consummately kneecapped the first few episodes, I wanted to give the show time to find itself, or perhaps forgive a misfire season as the cost of investing in an anthology show. There’s been a criticism battle about True Detective as novelistic television and whether or not to judge it before the whole season had concluded. Now that it’s over, it’s easy to say this story was a bust.
What went wrong? We’ll find out eventually, the Internet being what it is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the culprits weren’t ego and time: Too much ego, not enough time. In the aftermath of season one’s success (deserved, I’d say), Pizzolatto, a literary fiction writer by trade, became an overnight wunderkind showrunner philosopher-king. He parted ways with season one’s sole director, Cary Fukunaga, and hired a bomber crew of guest directors (including Justin Lin, who helmed the first four).
Season two of True Detective came to an end last night, in a way that was at least consistent with the rest of the show to that point: It made very little sense. Nobody can explain it. The solution to the whodunit was not only banal but also predictable and had only a mild connection to the rest of the plot. The action was separate from the cause of the murder—the basic definition of a failed murder mystery. The murders were identified within the first twenty minutes, too, a way of acknowledging that the murder was totally tangential and that we should all just forget about it.
Season 2 of HBO’s pop culture phenom True Detective has been called baffling, misguided, even disappointing, with the maze of storylines found confusing by many. The network’s president of programming Michael Lombardo last week asked everyone to reserve judgment until after the season ends. “I think the show works, I’m enormously proud of it,” he said at TCA last Thursday. “I think you need to watch the entirety of it. I have, and I think it’s enormously satisfying, I think the (season finale) is as satisfying as any show I’ve seen.”
So what do you reckon? Go back or skip it?
Think I just answered my own question.