In a vacuum, I’ve been enjoying Season 2 of True Detective. I’m late to the party in that I have yet to watch Season 1, which everyone assures me is sooooooo goooooooood. I’ll check it out later. In any event, I’ve been enjoying Season 2.
The critics have been less than kind, however, as I learned this week when reading their reaction pieces and reviews for the first time. The endless comparisons to last season aside, the major complaints appear to be cheesy dialogue, dour characters, and a plot that makes no sense. I agree – but I don’t think these are problems. Especially since this season is styled as an homage to Film Noir.
Some of the best Film Noir is set in Los Angeles. The Big Sleep (1946), The Big Heat (1953), Chinatown (1974), Double Indemnity (1944), L.A. Confidential (1997), and Sunset Boulevard (1950) are all set in the City of Angels.
Now, if you watched any of the aforementioned movies halfway through you would find them filled with cheesy dialogue, dour characters, and plots that make no sense. Pointing out “criticisms” that merely describe the style of film is not helping anyone.
I reserve the right to revise my opinion if the second half of the season does not wrap everything up in a satisfactory manner. Until then, relax everyone, it’s Film Noir, not “prestige television drama.”
(c) 2015 D.G. McCabe