truedThis week for Dear Television at The Los Angeles Review of Books, I wrote about the gnarly, haunting, maybe brilliant True Detective and the completely magnetic screen performance at its center:

“So far, the most compelling reading I can figure for this somewhat inscrutable show is that it is only masquerading as a two-hander, gritty buddy cop series. [Matthew] McConaughey’s Rust Cohle is an engine, and everything and everybody this show can find is being scooped up and thrown into the furnace.”

“Heavenly Creatures”