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Last year she returned "True Detective" and always be praised.
On Vulture a few days ago appeared a very long and well done article that pointed out in the first season of True Detective the detonator that definitely blew up contemporary TV and in a positive sense of course. According to the article, the creation of a series of excellent quality, well written and starring the actor of the year, also awarded with the Oscar, opened the way for the interest of many world stars towards the television medium. Not only actors but also directors, scriptwriters and producers began to turn to television.
If today we have Julia Roberts and Nicole Kidman, Amy Adams and Anthony Hopkins, the Coen brothers and Jim Carrey, Damien Chazelle and Michael Douglas on TV, the credit would be due to that extraordinary first season and Matthew McCounaghey's performance.
The second season, although high level, disappointed many, crushed by expectations and production and creation quarrels that saw in the clash with Fukunaga its climax.
Now True Detective is back and has brought with her what seems to be what McCounaghey was in the first year, the actor of the moment: Mahersala Ali.
The African American actor already has an Oscar behind him for "Moonlight" and seems to be the favorite this year for his role in "Green Book". Seeing him starring in a series only confirms the glorious trend mentioned above.
True Detective rediscovers itself and returns to the settings, rhythms and tones that made Rust Cohle famous. If the goal is fully centered from the very first scenes is because Mahersala Ali is simply perfect.
He is a sleepy and conscientious bloodhound who personally lives the drama of a disappearance and manages to dominate 3 temporal levels that unravel 3 converging storylines thanks to simple changes of vocal tone and facial mimicry.
A giant.
Around him a classic but well reconstructed story. A double disappearance in particularly bucolic areas of America 30 years ago. Mysteries that get tangled and semi-impossible solutions to the enigma. The bloodhound flirts with mystery and tries to get to the bottom of it, but in an America still too racist his instinct struggles to emerge. When even that door succeeds in opening, he will have to reckon with the usual hesitations of politics in the face of potential losses of electoral consensus.
The plot is all here, nothing sophisticated but that in its simplicity emerges with magnificence thanks to the rhythm, tone, colors, dialogues, characters with a fine writing that enhances everything, relentlessly.
Like a race to find a body, a race against time, the spectator runs after clues and words that are never random and takes charge of a search that is never in vain, even if difficult and ruthless.
True Detective is back, on a cold January evening, to warm the hearts of those who loved Rust Cohle and continue to love the series written well and recited by God.