Ligotti's stories seem almost violently unpalatable. They afford neither easy resolutions nor the seemingly ambiguous but ultimately fulfilling pleasures of so many mystery stories.
In its shift to the different psychosphere of California, the show’s second season perpetuated Latino stereotypes instead of giving us a deeper and truer examination of the Golden State
Nic Pizzolatto seems to have written this season for a specific audience, knowing full well and not giving a damn that it would not be viewed favorably by the general public.
Series creator Nic Pizzolatto constructs the entire season on a simple exchange: death seems to be the metaphysical wage of knowledge.
Despite a few Scooby Doo level of conveyance, writer/ creator Nic Pizzolatto finally starts giving the audience the kind of chemistry they expect.
Director Jeremy Podeswa and writer Nic Pizzolatto expand and extend a pervasive movie trope, but still leave their main characters and the viewers bewildered, befuddled, and anticipating the next installment.
True Detective and Serial mark our society’s preoccupation with all things illegal, especially when they end in murder.