You gaze longingly at Pinterest boards, wishing your hands could craft anything. And then you see Detective Rustin Cohle (McConaughey) carve up some beer cans into the shape of little men. It just made my heart drop. You can't even sew a button. What's wrong with you?
It's short, sweet and to the point, a remarkable feat for Southern names. RE: Bobby Joe Billy "Bubba" Culpepper
We knew Rust and Maggie were going to bone. And then it lasted for milliseconds. What a gyp! They hooked up in less time than it took for McConaughey to deliver his Oscar speech. Definitely not alright, alright, alright.
Director Cary Joji Fukunaga get mad props for a six-minute continuous tracking shot during a badass shootout. Get ready for a lot of rip offs, except oddly placed in mumblecore shorts using stolen shots from the quad.
Yes, DARE program, we know. But you don't really want to see the scary, hallucinatory side effects of drugs. You want to see the happy-go-lucky drug effects, like that terrifying biker gang, or that naked man in a gas mask, wielding a machete!
Cohle and Hart have to interview a mess of prostitutes in 1995, and all of them have crimped, permed, teased "big hair," complete with back combing. Thumbs up to hair and makeup, but thumbs down to the 1990s. What the hell were we thinking?
Man, Cohle's right. I'm never gonna make little dudes out of those beer cans.