True Detective: Night Country, which I decided to stop watching last Sunday, is a relentlessly grim, noirish atmosphere puzzlebox series. Not as long or convoluted as the deeply despised Westworld series, but similiar in certain ways.
Matt of Sleaford, eight years ago: “Puzzlebox shows can be fun to chew on while they’re progressing. But the solution is almost always anticlimactic.”
Brenkilco, same post (11.28.16): “The problem with episodic TV narratives designed to blow minds is that the form and intention are at odds. A show [like Night Country] cannot by definition have a satisfying structure. It can only keep throwing elements into the mix until it collapses under the weight of its own intriguing but random complications.”