I’ve made it through the second season of Mindhunter, one of the only things on Netflix still worth watching. The usual deliberate, immersive, plodding pace is there. Things get ramped up… spoilers.
I really won’t spend a lot of time with the plot. To be honest, the effectiveness of this show is based around the two main characters and the moral question involved in being “interested” in horrible criminals.
Holden, the younger character, is all about studying killers. He wants to understand and sympathize so he can stop future psychos. There is definitely a point there. Tench, the older agent, just looks like he wants to take a shower, lock these nuts up and throw away the key. His young partner’s fascination is confounding to him, but underneath he sees the point as well.
I see both angles, and they’re both boiled down and personified in the two characters. Instead of two personality types, they really embody two moral positions, and the story helps us understand the problems inherent with either mentality.
It’s dark stuff. Honestly, it makes me question the human brain—okay, my human brain—dissecting real tragedy isn’t pleasant or moral. Not at first glance. Then I think about all the times I’ve read about wars or disasters or anything else that happened. Is it wrong to do that? OR just to enjoy it?
A weird question. And why they should take my keyboard away. It’s a TV show and this is what I extrapolate.
I’ll go away. Anyway, if you have thick skin and you’re an adult not expecting super happy fun time, watch the show.
Cheers and see you after.