HBOOuch, True Detective. Ouch.
Last night marked the finale of the drama's second season, and it wasn't exactly cause for celebration. In fact, it was a cause for complaints...a lot of complaints. We won't overload you with facts and plot twists from the episode, partly because we don't want to spoil it for anyone who has yet to watch but also because we literally have no idea what happened. We may not have even been watching the show—there's a good chance it was just the opening credits on repeat for 90 minutes and we're too slow to tell the difference. Because really, isn't that what this season was all about? Letting writer/creator Nic Pizzolatto prove to the world that we're all intellectually inferior to him?
Regardless of what may or may not have gone down in the season finale, it certainly bookmarked an entire two months of confusion. In fact, flipping on the tube every Sunday evening for an hour of self-deprecation came to be one of our favorite traditions. Feeling like you're too stupid to understand a TV show about absolutely nothing is actually super fun!
But we kid, because we are not nearly the only ones who felt this way. The Universe is filled with very smart people who could not manage to follow True Detective, yet went back week after week with the hope that maybe, just maybe, it would be different this time. Those same people all took to Twitter last night to reflect on the eight weeks they spent with the Vinci gang, and those reflections probably won't surprise you. Some people are sad, some people are pissed, and some people's brains just hurt.
It's tough work being a True Detective fan, but somebody's got to do it.