The finale of True Detective season two was everything the previous episodes hadn't been. It was exciting, it was tense, most of all, it was coherent.
For the first time this season viewers were empowered with all the information needed in order to understand just what in blazes was going on. It made for a nice change.
It also highlighted how great this season could have been if we'd been given just a little more to work with along the way. The intricately connected web of a plot was ingenious and compelling. If only we'd been allowed to understand it.
Conjuring up a fog of mystery and intrigue is one thing, employing a determined strategy of stubborn obliqueness is quite another. To the show's detriment creator Nic Pizzolatto erred way to the far with the latter this season, delivering his story in the most impenetrable way imaginable.
It sounds ridiculous, I know, but understanding what was happening - and why - caused the show to come to life. All of a sudden the nuance and dimension behind the frowning main cast was revealed.