Досмотрели True Detective (как я могла пропустить фильм с таким слоганом?!).
Лихо закрученный сюжет, многообещающее начало, прямо не ждали от Голливуда; Мэттью МакКонахи такой весь худой и мрачный; депрессивные пейзажи...
Но последняя серия сезона испортила всё впечатление: оказалась сиропом.
Всё как-то поспешно и скомкано – будто не планировалось поймать преступника в этой серии, да пришлось подсократить сценарий... Погоня фуфло (несовпадения по времени); ранение фуфло; предсказуемое выздоровление, задумчивость, слёзы (!) жесткого и холодного по фильму персонажа (ранение, видимо, личность подкорректировало): он-де на Аляске от одиночества глядел на звездочки, поэтому-де такой злой и мистически настроенный... Твою ж мать! Что ж там за второй сезон должен быть, при этих розовых слюнях?
[upd Второй сезон не смотрим, потому что оба актера – уважение им за это! – отказались от участия.]
Немного не по теме; насчет актерской худобы, source:
Matthew McConaughey has revealed his painful struggle to lose weight for Dallas Buyers Club.
He said: "It was tough going, I'm not going to lie. The dieting was pretty hard-core. I was losing 7lbs every week. I'd have a Diet Coke, two egg whites in the morning, a piece of chicken, then another Diet Coke."That was rough. I got down to [143lbs] and I was always hungry, and irritable.
"My body resembled a little baby bird with its mouth open, crying, 'Feed me, feed me,' and you realise momma bird ain't going to feed you. It's hard."
Rustin Cohle (Matthew McConaughey): I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist... I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everbody's nobody... I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
Rustin Cohle: People out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.
Martin Hart (Woody Harrelson): There's all kinds of ghettos in the world.
Rustin Cohle: It's all one ghetto man, giant gutter in outer space.
Rust Cohle: This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It's like there was never anything here but jungle.
Martin Hart: Stop saying shit like that. It's unprofessional.
Rustin Cohle: I think about my daughter now, and what she was spared. Sometimes I feel grateful. The doctor said she didn't feel a thing; went straight into a coma. Then, somewhere in that blackness, she slipped off into another deeper kind. Isn't that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child? Trouble with dying later is you've already grown up. The damage is done, it's too late.
Rustin Cohle: Sometimes I think I'm just not good for people, that it's not good for them to be around me. I wear 'em down. They... they get unhappy.
Detective Maynard Gilbough: Hmm... yeah I think the job does that to a lot of guys. Changes ya. Some guys just notice that's all.
Rustin Cohle: Well, I can't say the job made me this way. More like bein' this way made me right for the job. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age, you know who you are. Now, I live in a little room out in the country behind a bar... work four nights a week... in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a... victory in that.
Rustin Cohle [about church goers]: What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?
Martin Hart: Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people?
Rustin Cohle: Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity. Poverty. A yen for fairy tales. Folks puttin' what few bucks they do have into a little wicker basket being passed around. I think it's safe to say nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom, Marty.
Martin Hart: You see that! Your fucking attitude. Not everybody wants to sit alone in an empty room beating off to murder manuals. Some folks enjoy community. A common good.
Rustin Cohle: Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales then it's not good for anybody.
Martin Hart: I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to?
Rustin Cohle: Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.
Martin Hart: Bullshit. It'd be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.
Rustin Cohle: If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.
Martin Hart: Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise. You think that notebook is a stone tablet?
Rustin Cohle: What's it say about life, hmm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the god damn day. Nah. What's that say about your reality, Marty?
Rustin Cohle: Transference of fear and self-loathing to an authoritarian vessel. It's catharsis. He absorbs their dread with his narrative. Because of this, he's effective at proportion to the amount of certainty he can project. Certain linguistic anthropologists think that religion is a language virus that rewrites pathways in the brain. Dulls critical thinking.
Martin Hart: Well, I don't use ten dollar words as much as you, but for a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot; and you still sound panicked.
Rustin Cohle: At least I'm not racing to a red light.