So I’m a few days late with this and the internet is already ablaze with True Detective episode 4 praise. It exploded the show beyond its car based, long discussions about life format and into a fearless, fearsome skull cracker. The action within the last six minutes was so scintillating in fact that I rewatched it as soon as it finished.
McConaughey’s caustic, almost shamanic-wise Rust Cohle dove back into his undercover skill set, hung with a gang of meth addled bikers and aided them in the armed robbery of a stash house. It climaxed with a breathless, one take, six minute shot, following Cohle and his meth hazed takedown of said stash house.
So seemingly not content with being a slow burn, endlessly enigmatic and listenable show based on conversation and riveting investigative plotting, True Detective has launched it sights at being the most visceral, cinematic show on TV. At the moment, it’s completely unrivalled.
Spoils of Babylon
I don’t know where to begin with this one. It’s truly bizarre, without comparison almost. If I were to take a punt, it’d involve maybe Wes Anderson’s retro attention to detail, Will Ferrell’s exec producer credit has some semblance of an influence. No, not close. It’s singular, unbelievably unique and weird beyond your wildest imaginations.
The usually bland Toby Maguire excels in his weird role as a young man adopted by Tim Robbins’ oil prospector. As they strike oil and make it rich, Maguire’s Devon Morehouse falls for his adoptive sister. From there, he struggles with his forbidden love, becomes Bob Dylan, writes poetry, gets hooked on heroin, pilots the Americans to WWII victory in Japan, becomes an oceanic scientist and marries a mannequin. And also, so much more.
A stellar selection of cameos surround the central duo, Toby Maguire and Kristen Wiig attack the script with complete committal, always looking completely sincere. I can see why this program would put some people off, but I think it’s a work of mad genius.
Fleming: The Man Who Would Be Bond
I don’t like James Bond. Something about spies and British people doesn’t click with me. So the fact that the story of his progenitor appeals to me is strange.
Dominic Cooper is immediately more likeable though Daniel Craig, the period setting means less gadget buffoonery and historical context lends weight to the whole scenario.
I’m only halfway through the series, there are just four parts, but I’m finding Bonds journey from life to page decidedly more interesting than his previous move from page to screen.
Charlie Brooker’s Weekly Wipe
Charlie Brooker is back on our screens with his delightfully acerbic take on each weeks current affairs and pop culture nonsense. The perfect antidote to the rest of the world.
House of Fools
Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer are a duo renowned for their surrealist take on the world around them. Their buffoonery knows no bounds and till now has been flawless in conception and production.
Their new show, a sitcom (a first for the duo as far as I am aware) falls flat, no always, but enough to be riling. Juvenile humour takes too much away from the inspiringly weird antics of yestershows and an over reliance on catchphrases takes the flavour out of their usual, tasty chemistry.
Anything from the writers of The League Of Gentleman is sure to be twisted, dark and hilarious. Psychoville is no different.
A sextet of seemingly unrelated characters are brought together by a series of mysterious notes and from there the plot unfolds revealing a horrifying secret that links each and everyone of them.
The acting is as skin curdling as you can imagine and the story is crafted so deftly that you cannot help but be pulled along. It’s as devilish as it is delightful.
That wraps it up for this week folks.
– Oliver Drew