
How far you are willing to accompany True Detective down its dark and dusty Louisiana roads will depend on how much you swallow Cohles potty existentialism. For all its graveyard cleverness, True Detective is Seven where John Doe is one of the cops. Columbo rarely favoured the term ontological. So while on a superficial level it is a classic murder hunt, CSI Southern Comfort this is not. A handful of the many provocative sources Louisiana-born series mastermind Nic Pizzolatto mainlined to concoct his sprawling series and subversive hero, every episode of which has been directed with miserablist grandeur by Cary Fukunaga.


Cohle, the HBO phase of Matthew McConaugheys extraordinary purple patch, has got this whole post-rational prophet vibe going down, a man of deep and curdled thought riffing on Nietzsche, Poe, Lovecraft and oddball, deep-Google mystical brooders like Thomas Ligotti or neo-Darwinian, empathy-is-extinction shaman-anthropologist Carlos Castaneda. "There were other times I thought I was mainlining the secret truth of the universe. By the standards of Detective Rust Cohles arcane and seldom cheery pronouncements, this counts as idle chitchat.
