I want to type many, many pages right now.
suffice to say: this is the best show on TV...I think ever. I want to go on about the opening scene of tonight's episode, the dialogue...Yeats, the Rilke, the Mann and even the Bard...the Hammet as if summoned from Robert Towne, even. Descarte hallucinating about the cartesian plain while suffering from the flu, watching a fly on his ceiling. The plaster, the plaster... Origin and exposition through poetry. And all of that in the first 4 minutes of the episode.
The fact that this is the best LA crime drama since Heat. The color pallet, the mood, the umber-sepia haze over Vinci that cuts through the neon LA night. Holly shitballs.
It's the best crime show ever, imo.
Anyway. I want to go on. It took me a few days to start the first episode, I took many naps, and had to put the characters and their history together after several re-viewings, more naps, whatever...but after episode 2 tonight: it's clear to say that HBO now has a show that is actually better than Deadwood. (I thought this impossible before, but True Detective is now the first contender)
This show, now through 2.2 seasons, is bloody brilliant. There has never been better writing on TV, anywhere. Breaking Bad....go fuck yourself.
I will say that season 2 ep 1 was a bit more confusing than the first season, episode 1: the characters and their relationships are far more complicated and the minor flashback was strangely disorienting (I guess fans expected significant flashback; so the the quick jump ended up being more confusing than otherwise). I get where the confusion would come from. The world was much smaller in that first episode last year. This one put you in the middle of everything, 5 minutes into the season.
Anyway, it's locked. Best show anywhere.