*MATURE LANGUAGE AHEAD* This past Sunday HBO's True Detective Season 2 ended with a 90 minute finale watched by 2.5 million people after the first episode drew in 3.2. While ratings and reception have not been as high as the Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson led first season, I enjoyed TD S2 all the way through. Sure you could get into the blah blah blah about the intricate yet sparse story about investigating a murder and some of the weird/bad but delivered well dialog. But at the end of the day, there's a certain watchability to the show where I never thought about turning it off mid-episode or not coming back the next week. I wouldn't watch Game of Thrones if the lady didn't love to, that shit gets boring and super drawn out with no conclusion. Or say Season 3 of Hannibal where I gave up after three episodes because it's all slow motion, way too dark to see anything, I don't even care what's going on motif. And I love Mads Mikkelsen! It's funny that people keep complaining about True Detective but watched it through to the end. Have some guts and go do something else with your time, yeesh.
What really made True Detective so good boils down to one man and two scenes. Colin Farrell plays disgraced detective Ray Velcoro, a man who traded his soul for revenge after killing the guy he thought raped his wife. Early on we watch as Velcoro visits the home of his estranged son's (who he called a "fat pussy" earlier in the day) school yard bully and proceeds to beat the living shit out of bully's dad while brandishing brass knuckles and making the kid immediately regret his decision. It's a truly awesome scene and is kind of the way I see the world. Talk shit, get hit right? And Velcoro does it for a reason, telling the bully his dad is taking responsibility for the kid's actions. Later in the season, while trying to be a stand up separated dad, Velcoro relapses when his wife threatens to revoke visitation rights resulting in another fantastic scene that basically plays out as a one man I Melt With You. You know, that awesome flick about best friends who get together once a year to do drugs and drink while contemplating their lives and reviewing a suicide pact they made in college? It's on Netflix, check it out. Thomas Jane, Rob Lowe, Christian McKay and Jeremy Piven knock it out of the park. Anyways, a pissed off Velcoro walks into his shitty apartment and proceeds to snort cocaine, down shots of tequila, smoke cigarettes then does a little shadow boxing and a few chins. Now that's great TV, baby, see ya.
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