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There is a difference between two things: liking or even loving a work, and being a fan of it.
For example, I say I love Tarkovsky's "Mirror," but "The Mirror" is so solid that I can't bear to dislike it; "True Detective" is not the same. On the one hand, I deeply believe that the show is outstanding, and on the other hand, I also suspect that out of love, my evaluation of this show is far beyond its own level - but I am secretly happy to see my own This kind of bias, it seems that in this matter, the more biased you go, the more energetic you will be. Žižek is quite honest about love: love is evil. Because it's unreasonable.
The reasoning all makes sense, and love doesn't seem so enthusiastic. Doing things according to the rules does not require strength. The essence of love is prejudice, and prejudice is arrogant and powerful.
Out of this prejudice, I love True Detective, and am quite a fan of it. According to this principle, I estimate that there may not be many other things that can be fanned in my life. The universe is vast, and you always need one or two things to make you no longer contradictory and live a steady life. Thanks to this drama, I don't envy those fans of mine.
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I have read True Detective at least a hundred times, or a thousand times, who remembers it.
It's a means of fighting against nothingness, also known as killing time when it's not that tricky, and it's something everyone does. Programs vary from person to person: beer, work, starting a family, consumption, boycotting consumption, becoming a church member, advocating love, destroying the world, and so on. Watching "True Detective" is no different in essence, but in the face of nothingness, popular solutions in the world often adopt two strategies: either divert attention or make up meaning - either make you forget that you are killing time, or let You believe that time dies well. Beer belongs to the former, faith belongs to the latter. What's interesting is that "True Detective" emphasizes nothingness over and over again, and it can also be used to kill time.
To prove that the case was a series of serial murders, Rust also spent the night in the archives digging through photos of corpses - people around him advised him more than once: go fishing. I watched Rust over and over, Rust over and over at his corpses. This is a truly interactive movie, with the audience and actors forming a double-nested structure, but only if the person watching it is as sleepless as Rust.
Nothingness is even worse for the insomniac - the insomniac has another name, Travis. Travis Cohle, Travis Bickle. In "True Detective", the man with this name once lived in Alaska, taught him to hunt, and was Rust's father; in another time and space, he lived in New York, took his girlfriend to the pornographic hall, and attempted to assassinate the president. Candidate, worked as a taxi driver.
Both Travis have been to the same Vietnam in the same era, so it can actually be the same time and space, basically the same time and space: Travis rescued the young prostitute who was talking about the constellation with him, and had a fate with Besty for a few years. A few years after giving birth to Rust, Travis still couldn't sleep, his wife left him, and he took the children to Alaska - he needed to be clean, New York was so dirty, the ice and snow was the only place he could think of after he left.
Such prehistoric history is not as smooth as I made it up.
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Ten years later, Rust sat in the state police conference room, breathing clouds, talking about the days and nights he spent in the archives:
This, this is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean, when I'm talking about time and death and futility. There are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. You have done that?
He stared at Papania and Gilbough across from him to finish his sentence, then lifted his chin. It's provocative: staring at it over and over again, have you ever done that? This is a very good performance, because the place is a dangerous place, only I have been in, only I have seen the scenery inside. What are you talking about with me, you can't think of it, you safe, happy and beautiful people.
Watching "True Detective" over and over again, many things also emerge. What I want to talk about is not the concept, which has been said by Rust, but the practice, or how the concept and meaning are realized through the choice of means. There is a kind of movie that likes to be filled with a lot of unnecessary twists and turns, and suddenly point to the topic after two hours, such as the boring director Melville, Okamoto Kihachi or Cao Baoping, it's just a tossing, I would rather they don't sublime at the end.
Compared with the Lone Star jar in Rust's hands, the "red circle" is just a duplicitous circle.
There is no illusory merit in any work of art. If you look at it repeatedly, you will see a tone or a taste, and this taste is clear and clear, and every stroke can be seen.
So just a pull tab.
During this period of time, things have become complicated, and I can't do anything that I like. The fragmented time is piled up, just to write.
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