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Five Reasons Vince Vaughn Won’t Nail True Detective (and One Reason He Might)

  • Jason Wire

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Okay, you might remember all the way back to when we laid out the five reasons Colin Farrell will nail True Detective. (That was this morning.)

Well, there’s already been another big development since then: Vince Vaughn has just been named Farrell’s colead.

And, well, we must say that we’ve got the exact opposite opinion on this choice...»

23 Other Duos We’d Like to See in True Detective


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.

Our picks, after the jump...»

Checking In on True Detective


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.

Now, have a look for yourselves at True Detective’s sinister stylings, after the jump...»

Dusting Off: Dramatizing Newsmen

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.

To prime the pumps, we leave you with scenes from some of our all-time favorite fake newsrooms...»

Lauren Auerbach Makes a Better Door Than a Window

Back in the Saddle Shoes: It’s been a quarter century since London last hosted a men’s fashion week. Esquire reports live. [Esquire]

Company Ink: Gear Patrol hips us to a new all-titanium pen in the works that will accept most ink cartridges. [Gear Patrol]

Father’s Day Is Over: A distressed tale of a father who has just survived season one of HBO’s Girls. (Judd Apatow helps him find light at the end of the tunnel.) [Vulture]

Texts from Last Century: The Paris Review imagines the ill-advised text messages iconic authors might have sent while under the influence if given the chance (and a Nokia). [The Paris Review]

Aleks Has Mastered Outerwear

It’s Not TV: A closer look at Chris Albrecht, the mastermind behind HBOs decade-long outpouring of genius. Also, the man knows his scotch. [GQ]

Back in the Saddle Again: Saddle shoes at every price point, including a very solid pair from Florsheim. [Valet]

Walking After Midnight: A gentleman’s guide to Patsy Cline. Consider this one required listening. [A.V. Club]

I Lol’d: S.J. Perelman is a very funny man. [Splitsider]

Marta has the Beach to Herself

Only PBR, Please: Apparently Orvis makes a wool beer coozie. Sometimes, that’s all you need to know. [10engines]

After Paper: Esquire makes a pretty handsome iPad, as it turns out. [Mashable]

A Girl and a Gun: From the department of answered prayers: Al Pacino will be starring in a Phil Spector biopic for HBO, penned by David Mamet. We can’t wait. [NYTimes]

Water Free: Some day soon, we will all be using drip-free umbrellas. [Yanko Design]

Dispatches from the Edge of Town


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.

See a clip from the movie here, including an impromptu rendition of “Sherry Darling”»