And that’s how season two of True Detective ends! A sad, sobering, noir tale of endless corruption where no one really wins. “We Get The World We Deserve” was never more true than it was in this season’s finale, and in some sort of cosmic game of karma the world seemed to be keeping score.
Paul Woodugh’s days as a hired gun violently caught up to him and the rest of his military contractor friends. Frank met his merciless end in the desert much like his former right-hand man Blake who bled out on the floor of Frank’s office from a wound to his stomach. Even Ray Velcoro greeted his death mirroring the man he killed who he thought to have assaulted his wife. “Right when the guy turned around”, Ray said confessing to Ani “He didn’t even say anything.” Very much like his final turn from behind the tree without his final message making it to his son’s inbox.
Ani was the only one who survived! Well her, Frank’s wife, and the lovable Nails. The world of True Detective season two is cruel but it does seem to follow some sort of code. Ani sets the jeweler’s daughter free and grants her a second chance at life. Ani herself is proof that the girl can persevere after entering a black hole and giving the troubled girl the tools she needs to overcome her tragic past also gifts herself another shot in the world.
Overall I did enjoy the show. Not at season one levels but I was invested over these last few episodes, rode the emotional roller-coaster, and enjoyed picking up the noir themes strung throughout the weeks (my American Literature professor would have been proud that I picked up Ray and Ani pushing the blinds aside when they entered the “Raven-head” house, a classic noir element of revealing the obscured). Sure it had its faults including awkward lines, strange dialogue, and a silly sounding Vince Vaughn. Also, did anyone think the “you can’t act for shit” line might have been poking fun at poor Vince?
It was an enjoyable ride, and that is all I can ask for. Now, who is excited for The Leftovers in the fall!