TVOM: "The first four hours of True Detective‘s first season were something special, a southern murder mystery wrapped with a thick layer of existentialism, delivered through the measured drawl of Rust Cohle, a man with a lot of issues, ideas, and visions. It didn’t feel like the trite story of a religious, incestuous sadist being chased by two alcohol-abusing adulterers; ultimately, True Detective disappointed, but not before taking our collective breaths away with psychadelic and symbolic explorations of the soul, and the give and pull between good and evil. Where the show began was not where it finished; which made the proposition of a second season a major question mark? Would Nic Pizzolatto be able to recover his creativity with another all-star cast, in a new location? “The Western Book of the Dead” appears to provide us with an answer – unfortunately, it’s not a good one."