I wanted to like this, as near-nihilist Los Angeles modern film noir is a great genre (contemporary James Ellroy, if you will), but this was just too sprawling and stilted. Too many unknown names mentioned in a way that made it seem like we should care about them. The Stan episode is a case in point. So much talk of a dead character we literally met (alive) once.
Watching the first episode, I thought this would be a show where I cared about the plot and not the people. The opposite surprisingly turned out to be true, I started to relate to Ray after a few episodes and Bezzerides was a great character. I even started to like Frank. But after seven episodes I still didn't know who was who of Burris, Dixon, Geldof, and Holloway, and that's a big problem in a plot-driven TV show.
Too bad, because I think this had great potential.