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Strong performances by the season two True Detective cast make for a compelling hour of television, even when the story takes a little too long to get going.
I feel like we're we're way out of our pseudo-intellectual depths with this one. Or wait, maybe this is just the wading pool for babies and I can't tell because I'm too distracted by that chick floating in a bowl of milk.
So far, Season 2 is as deliciously moody as its predecessor, but also seems faster-paced and more deliberate.
I can pay no higher compliment to Farrell than to say his performance is so captivating that it pushes aside all conversation of likability.
"The Western Book of the Dead" is far from a perfect episode of television, but it also shouldn't scare off any viewers who didn't expect lightning to strike twice.
By the time we know what the main mystery of the season is going to be, we are fully invested in the characters.
The cast may be new, but that lineup of hard-drinking, soul-searching cops is plenty welcoming.
"The Western Book of the Dead" isn't an incredibly strong episode, but it is a rather solid introduction to the dark and grimy world of Season 2 - and it firmly establishes itself as independent from its predecessor in the process.
I don't want every recap to boil down to "Season one was better", but at the same time I think that the anthology format invites the compare-and-contrast approach. So, fair warning, I'm probably going to be doing a lot more of it in future recaps.
It is possible, as some have suggested, that TD2 lacks the throat-tightening anxiety that made TD1 the finest show on television last year. But while it may have ceded tone, it has gained scope.
Like the season that came before it, True Detective is more about establishing a mood and getting swept up in an atmosphere than it is in making any sense of its central mystery.