Shows like True Detective are the reason I can’t watch movies anymore.
…and these final six minutes of the show’s fourth episode (out of eight) are concrete proof that narrative television is fast becoming an infinitely more superior art form to conventional film.
The show’s mollasic, Michael Mann-meets-Terence Malick pace and painstaking character development could never work within the 2 hour constrictions of a feature film, which, lately, still can afford the ability to build vast and interesting sandbox worlds, but never the time and patience to explore these worlds.
True Detective has comfortably morphed and evolved from orthodox crime drama into a Southern Gothic morality tale, from weirdly poignant buddy-cop, character study into cool-handed action-packed kick-ass show, skilfully embodied in this slow-brewing, poop-on-the-edge-of-your-sofa steady-cam tracking shot that not only transforms Matthew McConaughey’s Rus Cohle character from gloomy, nihilistic gumshoe into cool, calculating Supercop, but also kicks the show’s narrative into a higher gear, and must-see/ cannot-miss legend.
If you choose one show this year, watch this.