Rachel McAdams

Four episodes down. Four to go. That’s one more than the amount of people still standing at the end of that brutal shootout Sunday night, which from here on out will be referred to as the mid-season massacre. You will recall another sequence of gunfire and explosions at the halfway point last season. That one, of Rust Cohle infiltrating a housing project and escaping with a man he had taken prisoner during the subsequent riot, was depicted in an awe-inspiring, six-minute tracking shot. Though the scene was technically amazing and immaculately composed, it still felt wild and dangerous. It was cinema. It had style.

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The best thing about the second season of “True Detective,” two episodes in, is Colin Farrell. It helps that his character, the bent detective Ray Velcoro, has so far received the most screen time out of the ensemble cast, but Farrell is responsible for the logical nakedness that completes the role. When you’re a dirty cop with nothing to lose, working for a police department whose systemic corruption is widely known and the subject of a state investigation, why waste energy pretending you’re not totally exposed?

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If its first episode is any indication, the second season of  “True Detective” is about dealing with ghosts, but not the literal kind Bill Murray might list on his résumé. These are not the peevish phantoms of “Ghostbusters,” or the wispy sheets inclined to turn up at a seance. These are far, far worse — sins from the past that won’t stay there — because this is “True Detective,” a show so convincingly grim that last year, inspired by a character from the first season, I often described my life to new friends as “a cycle of violence and degradation,” hoping to find a kindred spirit similar to the one I found on HBO.

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