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I can't imagine how enlightenment fits in to the story? TD was never about mystical or supernatural morality. In fact, Rust pissed on that notion every chance he got. That did not stop anyone from the baseless hope that it would go full on Lovecraft in the final episode. It you thought that, it was your own

I agree. There is so much here and at so many levels. It is extremely good story telling. The ending is well worth re-watching. Rust, still in shock and barely back from the dead, is allowed a little optimism I think. I cannot believe folks are pissing on him for that glimmer of "maybe I want to live."

NP would say that we all cling to narratives, true or not, because they keep us feeling safe: like The Iceman Cometh. Detectives, like writers, must dispel these illusions to be successful. They pull aside the veil, if you will, to understand what others turn away from and bury.

Oddly, NP sees it 180 degrees different. He thinks your disappointment rises from years of story-telling abuse by TV that wraps the world up in an hour every episode. In that sense, you are were being conned and lied to. In the real world, with real people, that never happens.TD uses the theme of the unreliable

I respectfully disagree. The story is about Marty, not the case. It is a study of how a good old boy like him can rise to the level he does in the end. It is the hero's story, like the Holy Grail. In the end what he finds is the respect and love of his family, and a personal honor. The quest is secondary to the

First off, Rust did die, and was resurrected. He travels to Hades, the abode of the dead, or something like the bosom of Abraham. His Christ-like visage while in a coma underscores the 3-day reference. Got it? I mean, Shroud-of-Turin face, anyone? Really, you missed that?

First off, Rust did die, and was resurrected. He travels to Hades, the abode of the dead, or something like the bosom of Abraham. His Christ-like visage while in a coma underscores the 3-day reference. Got it? I mean, Shroud-of-Turin face, anyone? Really, you missed that?

Nick P. has got everybody googling fictional Franciscan mystics. He must be laughing his butt off! Now he is evoking a storm of feminist diatribe mixed with the impotent rage of supernatural disenchantment. He has given us a superb meta-fictional narrative of Pynchonian scope. But what really wanted is another

Maggie tags Rust to get out of the toxic marriage. She needs Marty's fingers bruising her neck or a judge would never grant her custody of the kids. Marty is a hero state cop who would never let Maggie or the kids go on if he could stop it. Maggie takes the risk of a beating so she can use that behavior in court to