Monday, March 10, 2014
Short, Shameless Fan Boy Review of True Detective
If I were to compare it to William Faulkner and Raymond Chandler building a raft from timbers stolen from the House of Usher, with Conan Doyle stitching the sails, so they could sail away up Joseph Conrad's river in search of monsters...well that would be exaggerating.
But it was awfully good.
Also (he said, trying very hard to avoid spoilers) the suffocating, hallucinogenic atmosphere of a drug house infused with the sense that Lovecraftian horrors are flitting around just out of sight reminded me very agreeably of Harlan Ellison's "Shattered Like A Glass Goblin".
It was a hero's journey down various rivers, both literal and metaphoric.
It was Holmes and Watson.
It was Gothic and southern and horrifying.
It was one of the most effective uses of the length and depth of the miniseries format I have ever seen.
It was one of the most effective uses of landscape and local culture you will see on teevee, each worked tight around the plot like the copper windings of a motor.
It was a terrific acting class.
And it set a very high bar.
Maybe more later.