If you don’t understand why people don’t like the big bang theory, once in an episode the cast was at a comic store browsing and a woman walked in, and one of the leads said “Is she lost?” and that was the joke.
Sharon Tate visiting the set of Rosemary’s Baby in New York, 1967.
i loved it. i thought it perfectly summed up the major themes/aspects of the series, which are: 1) rust & marty’s partnership, 2) the metatextual ‘telling of a story’ (that is, the narrative of the murders and how each man is remembering/reporting/lying about them), and 3) the ultimate unknowability of human motivation, specifically, why men do evil/immoral things.
i think the backlash or disappointment in the finale online is a great example of how internet “discourse” (that’s polite) can utterly ruin popular perceptions of great shows. there were so many fucking think pieces about what TRUE DETECTIVE meant—and way too many GREATEST SHOW EVER declarations—some people were just setting themselves up for disappointment. chalk this up to the internet’s penchant for uncontrollable conspiracy theorizing and rampant speculation.
i mean, yes, TRUE DETECTIVE did deal with occult-ish murders and a wider conspiracy of power players with weird symbology and voodoo bayou shit, but so did (in their way) THE X-FILES or TWIN PEAKS or LOST, but everyone seems to realize now that those shows were always about the characters, not the ‘mythology.’
i just think the intensity focused on the show from critical circles (and online fandoms) was way too concentrated; the show never seemed to be able to breathe. (of course, the 8 episode season is partially to blame for this). i think with time, people will calm down, rewatch the series, and realize it was great and satisfying on its own merits.
as he usually does, matt zoller seitz summarized the finale and the series rather nicely in this piece, most of which i agree with:
Teresa Hubbard and Alexander Birchler: Filmstills - The End
when ur mom comes home and u realize u forgot to unload the dishwasher
Grace Jones and Jerry Hall, Paris, 1975. Polaroid by Antonio Lopez.