The inaugural run of HBO’s much obsessed-over not-so-buddy cop drama, True Detective, came to an end yesterday.
And though we’ve got mixed emotions regarding that final hour—don’t worry, no spoilers here—we’re sad to see it go, especially since the news broke last week that McConaughey won’t be returning for season two.
Though that begs the question: if the dysfunctional duo is breaking up, will a new pair of misfits be taking up the True D reins next time around? Because if so, we’ve got a few suggestions for who might fit the bill.
HBO’s dark new crime thriller, True Detective, aired its second, just-as-jarring-as-the-first episode yesterday evening.
And while most critics’ interests have been piqued by the series’ top-shelf talent (see: McConaughey, Harrelson) and grizzly content (see: dead prostitutes, police brutality), we were also struck by the show’s characteristically bleak wardrobe. So far it’s been a lot of muted tones, loose-fitting suits and sweat-soaked undershirts, making one thing perfectly clear: this may also be the ’90s, but it’s a hell of a ways from the in-your-face prep of The Wolf of Wall Street.
Loosen those ties and grab a Styrofoam cup of stale joe: The Newsroom premieres on HBO this Sunday. The fluorescent den of newscasters has been a tried and tested bastion of cinematic greatness for years: the ring around the (unbuttoned) collar, the insubordination, the leggy, ball-busting female executives and the narcissistic, damaged, maverick newsmen who love (to hate) them, the do-or-die stakes and corporate greed that envelops it all. Going live in five, four, three… whether you’re ready or not.
It’s high time someone dusted off the fictional newsroom. That it’s Sorkin who’s manning the duster is just gravy—chunky, delicious, “My name is Andrew Shepherd and I am the president” gravy, ladled atop generous portions of “You have part of my attention—you have the minimum amount” and “What I do want is for you to stand there in that faggoty white uniform and with your Harvard mouth extend me some fucking courtesy!” You have to ask him nicely, after all.
Circa 1978, Bruce Springsteen was in a spectacularly tortured place. Fresh off Born to Run and overflowing with material, he had the chance to fully indulge his perfectionist streak. That made for a stew of ambition, insecurity and some spectacularly frustrated band members—and, as it turns out, some pretty good television.
A new Springsteen doc called The Promise is making the rounds at the Toronto Film Fest with archived footage, band interviews and a refreshingly geeky take on the whole affair. Clips are already leaking out at a thrilling pace, showing exactly how wrenching the sessions for Darkness on the Edge of Town really were, with upwards of 70 songs being whittled down to the darkest ten he could produce (at least until Nebraska). It’s a rare creative moment, the kind of thing that makes you glad someone brought a camera along. And if for some reason you don’t feel like trekking out to Toronto, it’ll be arriving on HBO on October 7.
We’ve got a soft spot for fashion-industry scrappers, so we couldn’t pass up a chance to talk with the sharp gentleman behind HBO’s How to Make it in America—one Ian Edelman, born-and-bred New Yorker. They just wrapped their first season, and you can catch up through On Demand if you aren’t already a fan.
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