After watching the 2nd episode of Rectify, I can see why television has the capability of triumphing over theatrical features in artistic excellence. A feature length film, intent on shedding light on the deepest recesses of the human psyche, could never do it in 3 or 4 hours, which is about the most that any star-driven feature-length flick can afford to prolong. Features are given 4 hours to air their wisdom. Televised broadcast is like a long novel you have the ability to put down and pick up again. The kernel of intellect is planted and television is becoming the parcel of intellect, motion pictures, the refuse heap of cheap visual effects-driven entertainment.
Rectify is about the mystical underbelly of 21st Century unbridled craziness. The show has evolved into a hybridized mash-up of William Faulkner and Albert Camus. The main character, Daniel Holden, is a misplaced speck of timeless dust that lost a game of musical chairs, and now that his world has filled all its roles in artificially delineated smugness, he has nowhere to land.
Holden is a man in body, but a spirit in mind.
He follows a path entirely his own, and thus, excludes all else in his external environment. Thus, he is ostracized from those who live life on it most superficial and base modern terms.
I identify with Holden. I live life on my own terms and consider myself beholden to a select few, but in the process, enervate a solitary existence that envelopes itself.
No one can rescue, and no one can destroy.
I am too esoteric. Maybe I should be less so. In this short clip, Amantha, Daniel’s sister, and his public defender, Jon Stern (who, by the way, have struck up a small incriminating “friendship”) are discussing the public relations strategy around Daniel’s very visible entrance back into a small, cloistered Southern society. Stern is thinking out loud about Daniel’s initial impressions.
I want to be less esoteric.
A stroke of genius on the part of the show’s writers!
I find it ironic: this embedded little nugget that earnestly guffaws at the very show itself. This is no world for the esoteric. The esoteric is shunned and feared. It kills scores of people at once and threatens the simple-minded normals with its obscure inner maze. Esoteric is dead. We have cameras and super-powerful computers than can dissemble your motives and DNA. Big Data is making everything less esoteric! In a world where secrets are brittle reminders of an era where we only knew what we saw with our humanly senses, esoteric can only exist in our own minds. The instant we let esoteric see the light of day, it is forever engraved in the Google-tracked world of permanence.
Daniel Holden’s re-emergence into 2013 society mimics the unleashing of stoic man. The mindful, the precise, the private and the methodical trampled, gutted, and illuminated in the “free” society of socially unleashed self-revelation and Big Brothered white-washed intrusions. I am reminded utterly of Kwai Chang Caine’s malformed entrance into the Wild American West by way of feudal China. The clash of cultures subsumes a sense of individuality.
Mostly, I realized when watching episode 2 of Rectify, the show is commenting on our cyber/digital age which is younger than the time Holden spent in prison and the age of many of its newest adherents. Daniel Holden’s incarceration is a metaphor for the forgotten male manner of the world. Opened up and illumined by the digitally curious feminine translations of technological modernity.
Daniel’s esoteric heart is in a battle and Rectify will show us the playing field. I do not feel any sense of inhibition proclaiming this wonderful new show as a tour de force with mighty philosophical underpinnings that will estrange 99% of the American public. Season 2? Hmmm. I have heard promising things.