It seemed to me to be somehow different after the third episode. But I’m not going to spin my wheels to find out why I think that.
Across the Net there are jillions of words written about this series. I’ve read very few of them. And of those I’ve read, most have been blah blah blah. And I expect that to be the case with most of the jillions of words I’ve not read too.
I’m irritated that the details of the death of Cohle’s daughter were never given. I think he probably backed over her with his pickup truck while drunk, after an argument with his then-wife (or live-in). He didn’t become Cohle until after that. You can’t be a Cohle and also want to be a cop, period.
I have mixed feelings about the ending. And especially about Cohle’s final line.
But time can do things to people.
You can start out filled with your own brand of certainty, like this …
… only to wind up with the Universe turning on you and running you through its soul shredder:
Cue the pre-quantum mechanics line from Shakespeare and all that shit.
And it wasn’t Cohle’s philosophy that drew people in. It was Cohle’s sense of himself.
What Cohle was basically saying here …
Given how long it’s taken for me to reconcile my nature, I can’t figure I’d forego it on your account, Marty.
Listen, this is what comes out of my mouth because of who I am. If you don’t like it, shut your fucking ears.
Which people have orgasms over when they see it on fake TV.
Try saying that shit in real life and see how much approval you get from the very same people who get wet over it on TV. I know. Because I do it.
It was well done, but I am getting tired of cops.
Storytelling seems to have shrunk to cops, criminals, or assholes in costumes (“superheroes”).
There’s got to be more than that.