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Ani I. And it was here that Ray saw the Noh-man watching them from across the street. Or was he just there to mess with and terrorize Ani and Ray? Now, at the beginning of this recap, I suggested that this masked man? That character would be Quimper from The Invisibles.

A sinister agent employed by an occult conspiracy that secretly controls the world like it was a machine, Quimper was once a maker of short films who wore a mask—a monstrous mash-up of influences, part Noh mask, part gimp mask according to Morrison —to hide grotesque injuries to his face.

He hates mirrors. Ray lunged and grabbed and pulled Ani away just in time. Maybe tomorrow. We know Caspere was deep into erotica. His Vinci house was lavishly tricked out with arty lewdness.

His Hollywood sex pad had a book by arty bondage photographer Araki. Yet we remember the characterizations of Caspere provided last week. Liked to watch. Perhaps this was more wink-wink feinting in the direction of the possibility that Caspere—this Watchman whose name evokes a friendly pop culture Spirit—was pursuing some secret heroic mission.

If Caspere was secretly? Did he fancy himself a wannabe Kenneth Anger, producing Thelema-worshipping, Do-what-thou-wilt pagan sex ritual flicks and collecting Hollywood Babylon smut? Or we could be looking at that old pulp fiction play, the blackmail tape. His erotica-cluttered McMansion in Vinci?

A means to tag and bag prey—a honey-trap loaded with conversation-starting bait. Maybe f—ing with the man or woman got him killed… assuming Caspere really is dead. Crawling from the Wreckage. Death-dodging Ray was born again pissed following his apocalypse in the Hollywood underworld.

He wanted to know what kind of man Caspere was and he wanted to know why Frank had such a hard on for him. This Ray was different from the boozing, beaten mutt that usually sits across from Frank or nervous pup humbled by DADA earlier in the episode.

This was angriest-dog-in-the-world Ray. And he wanted to stay that way. He stuck with water, passing on shots and beer. What happened to Ray?

He looked like a man looking into the abyss. Call it: a moment of clarity. But will it stick? It was a collection of writings by Meister Eckhart, a. Eckhart von Hochheim, a 14th-century Christian theologian, philosopher, and mystic with significant, widespread influence across many different belief systems, Western, Eastern, and esoteric re: occult. For if the left eye be fulfilling its office toward outward things, that is holding converse with time and the creatures; then must the right eye be hindered in its working; that is, in its contemplation.

Detective Story. Nudged by the dream of his dad and some Copland questions he wondered if his father could answer, Ray visited his old man, a retired L.

A whole lotta cynicism. Ray steadied his rough-hewn mitt to help him sip it. He brought him a bag of pot, too. Some good stuff this time. Not like the last batch, which kept him up all night. Keep enabling him, Ray, and soon your father will be nodding off to The Big Sleep.

Apparently, Papa Velcoro chucked it into the trash after seeing something on the television that irritated him. His long, innovative, and controversial tenure as L. This was the era of the N. With this in mind, consider the closing moments of the scene. We saw Papa Velcoro light up a joint and take delight in watching Kirk Douglas rough up some guys trying to bully him. Without context, Douglas comes off a bully. Once upon a time when movies were black and white—when we liked to believe everything was black and white—we recklessly idolized these severe, hardboiled lawmen the way Ray Velcoro once idolized his dad.

On Oct. Cain, who helped to pioneer the hardboiled genre, died. Kirk Douglas! He then turned the title of a neo-western, quasi-apocalyptic crime novel about the fade of old school heroism in an era of cynical, moral ambiguity into a self-indicting pun. Which is not to cast shade on Detective Story. Or so I gleaned from the Wikipedia summary.

Raised by a criminal dad who drove his mom mad, Jim McLeod is a tough guy cop with a loving marriage fraught with fertility issues. He risks becoming akin to the cruel father he hates via an obsessive pursuit of a bad guy that exposes dark secrets close to home.

Jim dies at the end, though not before asking for and receiving forgiveness from his true love and bestowing second-chance grace on a criminal—proof that he had once and for all conquered his daddy issues. Scorpio Rising. Per astrology, the late October time frame of True Detective means the Scorpio season has just begun.

You could you say that in this world, Scorpio is rising. They command respect, even fear. They like to control their surroundings. They prize loyalty. They are ambitious, and tenacious. They seek financial glory—they are likely to be a CEO—and are adept at getting out of financial jams. It was a growing club whose membership included born again Ray, treacherous business partners like Caspere and Russian rogue Osip Agranov, ascendant underworld princes like Danny Santos, and his own suddenly sputtering manhood.

Frank and Jordan headed to a fertility clinic to commence the project of seeding legacy Semyons that could carry forth their name and inherit their land. Et tu, mi mentula? Frank pulled up his pants and tried to flee.

Jordan protested. This is important. He slagged Jordan, revealing that the doc had told him that his swimmers still had the right stuff. Frank spent the rest of the episode trying to get his big dick mojo back.

His first stop in this quest was appropriately phallic. Needing cash, Frank bullied a contractor building a vertical mall into giving him a quarter of his monthly profits.

Mission accomplished. Oslip, in fact, left him feeling even more impotent, and not just because he spied him sliming Jordan with a goodbye kiss. Basically: Did Oslip whack Caspere or what?! Both of them were pretty messed up during their time in the desert. The friend was in therapy. Paul had given up on it. Might he be a straight up sex-cult sicko with it? Woah — one moment Woodrugh Taylor Kitsch is freaking out over his Brokeback shenanigans with Black Mountain hombre Miguel, next he's waking up in Miguel's bed with no memory of what happened?

Does he need to curb his drinking — or are more sinister forces at play? Sex party host Caspere had a penchant for videoing his orgies. Now he's dead — eyes burned out, perhaps symbolically — and his hard-drive is missing. What dark secrets are contained within — and who might they implicate? Whither Ray's 'tache? That's the real whodunnit this year.

Seriously — we need an answer. THE reaction to the second season of True Detective seems to be split more or less evenly between those who think it has failed to live up to the standard of the first one and those who think this radically different LA noir incarnation is working as a gripping story in its own right.

Sitting through an episode of True Detective season two is akin to drinking lemonade concentrate or 11 per cent proof beer. The flavours are intriguing but a little overwhelming and if you are not in the mood it can start to resemble like an endurance test. True Detective: What's up with Ray's vanishing moustache, and 7 other questions we need answered.

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