Sure, the expectations for this show's sophomore season were probably too high, but even if you don't compare Nic Pizzolatto's second effort to the first, this was a total mess. The season was built around a story so convoluted and boring that when the finale revealed its killer, we honestly had no idea how it even connected. Worse, we didn't care about any of the characters, who were mostly thin character types that spouted ridiculous dialogue ("Never do anything out of hunger, not even eating") and whose actions were little more than tough-guy posturing. Colin Farrell and Rachel McAdams put in decent performances, but even they couldn't overcome the show's crushing bleakness and despair. "We get the world we deserve," Farrell's Ray Velcoro says at one point. We all deserved a better season of True Detective.