by: Michael Shields
In the closing moments of True Detective, a premise we never considered imaginable manifested itself, and a frenzied manhunt evolved into so much more…..
Throughout the entirety of this jaw-dropping inaugural season of True Detective, we kept harking back to Marty’s discussion about “The Detective’s Curse.” We knew it was poignant, that it possibly disclosed the fundamental truth about the story being ultimately told. We considered this idea about the answer being right in front of your face, while paying attention to the wrong clues, was not solely about the hunt for the killer. Yet, it is fascinating to think about the fact that the Spaghetti Monster was just sitting right there the whole time (“that’s whats bugging you?”), ready and willing to talk to the detectives as long as they wanted. And the hot-shot duo of detectives (both pairs) were always in a rush, their thoughts elsewhere and with presumably bigger fish to fry. This idea, a distant cousin of the reminder to always stop and smell the roses, isn’t solely a condemnation of Hart and Cohle, or Gilbough and Papania, but about people in general. About the tunnel vision that absorbs us as we become consumed in our daily routine. Everybody’s best opportunity in life has possibly walked right past them at some point, while they were too busy with something else. Rust and Cohle risked everything, to the point of becoming fully engrossed by their hunt for The Yellow King. And all the while the jester, the knowing fool, sat out in the open on his lawn mower and watched.
But it turns out that “The Detectives Curse” exemplified so much more. We spoke at length over the last eight weeks about what True Detective actually was. At its core we assumed it was a show lamenting on the numerous existential horrors of our reality. Many condemned the show as atheistic and misogynistic, with a tone that was impossibly pessimistic. But it turns out they, like so many of us, were looking at the wrong clues. Because in hindsight, after an unanticipated turn of events to close out the first season, it is now evident that True Detective was about the last thing we expected – hope! And about a burgeoning, yet complicated, friendship.
by: Douglas Grant
Cornered by a world that provides answers to its problems in capsule form, we explore one man’s desire to relinquish a pill’s unrelenting hold….
In the fall of 2000 I was twenty-three and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Fresh out of college, I’d moved back home for an interim of saving money before venturing off into the real world. I was a bachelor of the arts with very little ambition to speak of, but that was okay at the time.
My friend and I were gambling at Foxwoods Casino, and I was coming off a hot streak on the Craps table feeling quite alive. My friend, too, was in high spirits from hitting green double zeros on a spin of roulette. We were up.
Posted on March 7, 2014
by: Michael Shields
True Detective’s penultimate episode aptly sets us up for what may lie ahead……
“My whole life is this expanding circular f*ck-up and I’m about to get clipped in a home invasion. What I’m saying is, I was aware that I mighta lost my mind.” – Rust Cohle
Suspiciously quiet for the penultimate episode of this volatile first season, this week’s True Detective, “After You’ve Gone,” aptly sets us up for the conclusion to the frenzied manhunt which has been nothing, if not all consuming. Although a very procedural episode, it felt good to be back in the saddle again, riding shotgun with Rust and Marty as they chase down leads and do what they do best. What we learned this week, above all else, is that Rustin Cohle and Marty Hart are in no way involved with these sickening acts. They are, in nearly every sense of the idea, “true detectives.” Now fully engaged, they inch us closer to a final confrontation with the miscreants responsible for not only preying upon young woman and children throughout the Bayou, but who have also haunted our thoughts for months now.
With a heavy heart, we take a moment and remember the genius of Harold Ramis….
When I first watched Stripes, Meatballs, Caddyshack, Ghostbusters, and Groundhog Day I was far from the point of possessing the type of intuitive thinking necessary to appreciate the incredibly gifted writers behind these films. Throughout the 70′s and 80′s, the caliber of films rolling off the cinematic assembly line were legendary, birthing comedic treasures that would set an impossibly high bar for generations to come. Besides heavy doses of the comedic genius of the Billy Murray, I didn’t consider for a second that a connection could be made between the aforementioned films. What I did not yet appreciate was that there was an analogous foundation supporting the weight of all these masterpieces. As I grew older, I eventually became aware that I was in fact in debt for an adolescence spent in laughter to one Harold Ramis, one of the most talented comedic minds in recent generations.
by: Chris Thompson
Beck’s break-out album Mellow Gold turns twenty this month. With that in mind we take a look back at what made this record so grand….
I love Beck. Odelay and Sea Change are firmly established in the upper echelons of my favorite albums of all time. But when I first heard his major record debut Mellow Gold back in 1994, it completely blew me away. Copied onto a cassette tape for me by a childhood friend who always had the newest shit, it was nothing like I had ever experienced before. It was daring mixed with rebellion. Nonsensical experimentation flecked with spunk and razor sharp irony. Its tracks were flush with uncanny samples, wild sound-effects, stoner rap and toe-tapping beats born of drum machines. It was a perfect distillation of Beck’s anti-folk, lo-fi sound and I couldn’t get enough of it.
by: Michael Shields
True Detective guides us through a series of “Haunted Houses” en route to its concluding third act…..
In the closing moments of True Detective’s sixth episode, “Haunted Houses,” we are presented with a striking and effectual shot of Rust’s broken taillight. Initially, it seemed as just another creative take from a show demonstrating a weekly knack for cinematographic inventiveness. But, the longer you considered the fractured light the more you began to resolve that it had a voice, one that recounted a penetrating tale. It told of an altercation a decade past that ruptured a deteriorating, yet fruitful, partnership. It spoke of angst, passion, and a melodramatic unraveling of epic proportions. It recounted the story of a man on a quest, and another in need of a reminder. A narrative that champions the idea that once damaged, mending is unlikely. And it spoke of a journey, into the past and through a series of dwellings possesed by the demons of prior sins. From encountering Joel Theroit nestled up to a bottle instead of his congregation, to Terry Guidry’s brokedown palace where the memory of his lost son still haunts his embattled existence and drove his wife to madness. To a mental ward where young Kelly continues to be plagued by the memory of her time with Ledoux and his demonic “giant” cohorts. And unto Tuttle’s plush sanctuary armed with questions about “dead woman and children.” We rattled about like echoes to locales where abominable behavior has led directly to unimaginable pain.
by: Chris Thompson
It‘s not too early to revel in the buzz of what is sure to be one of this summer’s most thrilling cinematic rides….
Guardians of the Galaxy is not your average superhero movie. In fact, its inspiration, the Guardians of the Galaxy comic book, is not your typical comic book series either. What sets The Guardians, and its storyline apart, is its “misfits in space hell-bent on preventing galactic catastrophes” slant. Whereas Marvel has numerous superhero teams in play throughout its vast canon of comics, what is distinctive about The Guardians of the Galaxy is that they are one of Marvel’s cosmic superhero teams, charged with saving worlds other than Earth from alien invasion and destruction from space.
by: Michael Shields
One case solved, another opened, and the game now dramatically changed….
The picture was starting to come into focus. It seemed as if the puzzle pieces were finally falling into place and we were beginning to get our head around the case at hand. We sensed that we were on the cusp of something, a breakthrough that would reveal, in full, the culprit. And with the villain disposed of, our heroes could move on, their thirst for satisfaction quenched. Yet, following one of the more exhaustive and compelling episodes of True Detective thus far, “The Secret Fate of All Life,” it seems, more or less, as if the starter pistol was just fired. The game has changed, the premise we had become accustomed to thoroughly upended, and the bullseye now rests square upon the shoulders of our supposed hero. Proving to be as unpredictable as it is dark and engrossing, True Detective triumphantly evolved in this season’s fifth episode.
by: Diana Thompson
Hurtling through the underground as we peer inside our soul…
Caged in a gritty city
We arrive to fulfill unknown dreams.
Seduced by the sleepless lights
We begin to live beyond our means.
by: Michael Shields
True Detective arrives at its half way point with an earsplitting bang, bestowing us with its most extraordinary episode to date….
In six of the most exciting minutes in television history, we rode shotgun with Cohle and his co-conspirator turned hostage, Ginger, through the hollows of a housing project lit afire with gunshots and asperity. We darted with them repeatedly from swarming police, away from heavily armed gangs, through multiple homes, behind a concealing hedgerow of brush, over a fence, and finally into the safe confines of Detective Hart’s vehicle. It was riveting, demanding, and this scene, which has captivated a bevy of newly-minted True Detective enthusiasts, is an unabashed expression of the level of grandeur at play here.