Red Mosquito

contamination wrote:True Detective's first season is overrated and the season finale was just horrible.

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

Steve Albini wrote:Whenever there's active promotion on the part of somebody else, whenever I see somebody all dolled up for a fancy photograph and someone's handing out flyers or whenever there's active promotion for something like that, as an imposition on my day, I hate all those people and I want them to fail. I have a visceral reaction to advertising and promotion. There's just something about salesmanship that grates on me on a very base level and I react very negatively towards it. I want those people to suffer and I want their enterprises to fail.

tragabigzanda wrote:

contamination wrote:True Detective's first season is overrated and the season finale was just horrible.

What do you think they should have done with the ending?

bune wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

contamination wrote:True Detective's first season is overrated and the season finale was just horrible.

What do you think they should have done with the ending?

Actually get into the possibility of all that shit being real instead of no wait it's just a normal cult with rich assholes.

Form And Void, however, had some serious lapses into cliched territory, making True Detective's final hour its weakest. Not only did it jettison the show's slow-burn dread for something more formulaic and, ultimately, a little too tidy, but those hoping for some grand explanation for the sprawling mythology the show had set up (Carcosa, the Yellow King, black stars and the like) were left disappointed. Instead, we were treated to a deadly drawn-out game of hide and seek in a crumbling labyrinth, a culprit seemingly drawn from the Big Book of Serial Killer Cliches (the disturbed redneck Errol Childress), oh, and a happy ending. (Or at least an ending as happy as one could expect, given the grimness that preceded it.)