So, I binge-watched House of Cards last week. The show was so brilliant it actually distracted me from all the serious shit that has been going on in my life ever since I graduated. Needless to say, I went back to thinking about all that shit all over again the moment I finished watching: (“I don’t have a job because I decided to go to grad school right after graduation even though I’m still not sure whether or not I’ll be able to pursue a career in academia. Oh, and I pretty much still have zero social life. Hooray!”).
It was clear I needed something new to get into. So, I went for True Detective. I’m 2 episodes in, and while the cinematography is perhaps the best thing I’ve seen on TV, the show itself isn’t quite as phenomenal. It’s a bit slow. And I’m not even one of these people who bitch about a non-linear narrative. On the contrary, I LOVE that. It’s just that the plot seems quite predictable. Really. Even if Cohle turns out to be the yellow king, it’ll still be PREDICTABLE. (Or maybe I’ve watched too many crime/police dramas!) I also find it hard to take Matthew McConaughey seriously. He just sounds too pretentious with that cliched existential bullshit he utters every now and then. I simply don’t care about his character, and this has nothing to do with the fact that Cohle is practically a jerk in every sense of the word. I mean, I’ll take Woody Harrelson’s character over his any day.
And this is an accurate visualization of how I feel every time Matthew McConaughey opens his mouth: