I’m not going to give an academic review -grad-ee-ated head of my class at fancy-schmancy, artsy-fartsy film school, so I CAN but just say:
I was disappointed and bored.
Matthew McConaughey, on the other hand, deserves every acting award they can throw at him. Watching his character arc was the only part I enjoyed and enjoy it, I did.
I never felt interested -except at MM’s performance and it’s not because I think he’s dreamy — not my type, though my heart would go pitter-patter if he were to cosy up and flirt–I’m not dead and started wondering if I had spontaneously become a sociopath myself due to total lack of give-a-shit.
To put it another way: if you love serial dramas, particularly detective shows, you may like True Detective…a lot.
My truth is that I wasted eight hours of my life that I could’ve been practicing ukulele, which would’ve been more diverting and accrued something.
Recall, everybody has their sense of taste. Everybody I know loved it. I don’t get it. To my friends, I’m saying, you liked IT but didn’t bother to watch Les Revenants?