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True Detective: Night Country
From a True Alaskan’s Correct Observations
I’ve stayed silent about True Detective: Night Country for long enough. The first three episodes had some inaccuracies about Alaska, but I let them slide. And then episode four came along and made Alaska look like a stupid little bitch. And nobody can call my home state a stupid little bitch but me. Sure, I live in the mean streets of Los Angeles, and before this, I lived in the mean streets of Manhattan, but before that, I was born and raised on a gold mine in the frozen hellscape of Fairbanks, Alaska. And the fact that I grew up in the Night Country makes me overly qualified to defend it. Because honey, I am the Night Country.
I tend to be lenient regarding depictions of Alaska because I understand why, from a personal and production standpoint, you’d never want to film there. But the trade-off is that if you aren’t going to film in Alaska, at least ensure you have the correct details. Spoiler alert: episode four also made me want to undress and walk into the sea.
After a quick and flawless Google search, I learned True Detective; Night Country was filmed in Iceland. Shout out to Bjork. Further Googling made me aware that Iceland…