Yeah... that's not going to cut it for me. I really enjoyed the show, but that part just isn't clicking for me.
I'm sure it can be explained, I'm actually surprised nobody's dropped more knowledge about that for us yet in this thread...
I read somewhere that it would've been a bigger 'click' if the green were his lawnmowing earmuffs. I agree. It's easy to fix.
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Your second quote leads to a theory i havent seen a lot of critics pick up on. This is long as shyt.
Both Rust and Cohle are searching for an answer to life, but at opposite ends of the spectrum. Rust searches to prove it is meaningless, a mess of lurid desire and ignorance--that there isn't more to life than one breath, there is just no more. Marty searches to prove it is ripe with meaning, holding on to his ideals of family and justice--it's an ignorance to him not to believe in purpose.. The ironies are in their approaches. Rust plays god with witnesses, promising salvation and hope with acceptance to coerce a confession in him, becoming their devil at the same time and displaying the good-evil religious dichotomy within his actions. He silently condemns Marty for fukking around, that three-pump chumps his wife like shes a pocket p*ssy?
Meanwhile, Martys life and work proves his ideals are just that--unattainable and impossible. He justifies fukking around to save his marriage and children, in the process destroying it. He tries to be the best cop, but he can never live up to Cohle's natural skill as Rust breaks witnesses, hints and an undercover beat right in Marty's face. Both frustrations boil over (holding onto his children, Cohle leading him to ledoux) when he blasts the flat circle fakkit. Even after getting the resurrection he desperately yearns for (ironically his angel is Cole, who concocts the story and covers tracks to save him), Marty can't stay true to his lofty ideals and fukks his family over even worse. DAT GINGER CAC HOOKER DOE
They work well together because their mutual searches pinpoint on dora lange's murder. They search so hard for the truth they both begin to visualize their obsession, Cohle's being more visceral while Marty's is more spooky and dreamlike in my opinion (Daughter's dolls, dad-in-law mentioning sex, her drawings, his possession of DADDARIO'S TITTYMEATS
)
Solving the murder lets Cohle find peace that he staved off life's natural demons and failures, while Marty becomes the hero and father figure he always believed he should be. But even though they present themselves as heroic and try to believe the case is over, their self-doubts in the case and their own personal paradigms are only festering underneath their facade (maybe Cohle is Right, Marty? maybe Hart is right, Rust?) until 2002.
Thats when this shyt gets thrown in their face. Cohle's latest saved apostle puts the Yellow King in his face. Marty's own daughter is becoming the two-dikkin
whore that he looked down upon as a victim, hell, he even begins fukking the lamb (red hooker) he tried to save from slaughter. They are realizing its all bullshyt, maybe even the case. The fight isn't about the adultery--its about that flatty titty wife crushing marty's last hope of idealism while rescuing cohle with a glimmer of hope only to renew his lost faith in people in a deeper recess.
2012, they've both given up hope for salvation. the fact that the cops are now actively turning them against each other adds clarity. The wife, once the divider, provides an olive branch as well. They realize their last salvation now is not separate, and they both have to be right in their life theories if they are to reach this salvation. Marty becomes the intuitive Rust. Cohle becomes the gungho Hart. They realize that they did bring out the best in each other.
The rest just shows now they have an understanding of each other. Hart gives up on catching them all, while Cohle
sees the light just might be winning. The True Detective, they find, means staying true to one's self, and true to their own beliefs, while accepting all other scenarios as probable.