Five days - five hours It's just that by the law of large numbers I should have been lucky once. After endless tears, I probably would never sit down to watch a drama if I knew it was a drama, not a detective. But the annotation played a role and then it turned out that I am watching not just a series, I am watching something masterpiece. *Note that I will write only about the first season, as the second has not yet seen *
This is a joint project of HBO and the Air Force, and the companies tried to outdo each other in an atmosphere of perfection in the manufacture of the product. This makes it feel like the series is a “thing in itself.” It is absolutely not sharpened to the viewer, to tastes, to the audience. Like any work of art, it corresponds more to some ideal world than to the needs of the crowd.
Lean Willing goes to visit his grandfather at a nursing home and takes his two youngest children with him. On the road, she stops to buy a bouquet of flowers and the seven-year-old son follows her in the mirror. But the truck stops, blocking his view, and when he leaves, his mother is not. The boy waits for a while, and then takes his five-year-old sister by the hand, takes the dog’s leash and they wander together somewhere, must be home, but do not reach home, disappearing along the way.
And then the series stops driving suspense and deploys psychology. In True Detective, I sometimes forgot that I was watching a plot-driven movie in Days — no, I remember watching a movie. But the mastery of the creators is so great that the brain makes a strange dislocation, although on the one hand I remember watching a fictional story, on the other I am somehow convinced that I am watching reality, a documentary that shows the grief of a real family. And it's fascinating. It is impossible to look away from this as if it were an incident you witnessed. The camera seems to accidentally snatch this or that episode and when you are not pressed by cinematic means experience, suddenly you find that something in you goes down when the missing mother is forgotten during a conversation and suddenly begins to scream at a press conference.
I'm not saying every actor is great. You can find fault with a poor emotional map and so on, but you absolutely do not want to do this. You're not looking at actors, you're looking at reality, so you believe every emotion: people in real life don't give you a billion shades of face, but you can feel someone else's pain. Actors are not always beautiful like Hollywood movie stars, but each of the actors is so expressive that this alone becomes very pleasant and close.
The suspects are scattered throughout the series so calculated that the ending is indeed unexpected. The whole series is just some kind of celebration of fine accentuation and if the focus of your suspicion got some character, then it was not accidental. The series stands on the old positions, when the viewer was supposed to grow to a film product, and not the series to go down to the level of the stupidest of the viewers, because in beautiful dialogues, Gogol and Greek myths are quoted, instead of acting out tragedies - a human reaction to what is happening, and instead of sudden great loves - just, as in life, forging relationships.
"Like in life" - I think that became the slogan of the creators of the series. All the show has done is dive. Belief in the existence, if not of such a story, of such people. And therefore the experience was born of itself, from faith, and not from tired movie tricks.