What’s Worth Watching: Raylan’s Last Ride on Justified

Justified, “The Promise” (Tuesday, April 14, 10/9c, FX)

What a terrific victory lap it has been for U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens (Timothy Olyphant) and the creators of Justified in the sixth and sadly final season of the Elmore Leonard-inspired Kentucky-fried crime saga. When this year’s most malevolent villain, Avery Markham (Sam Elliott), admiringly compared young Loretta McCready (Kaitlyn Dever) to the still-lamented mountain-mama crime boss Mags Bennett (Margo Martindale), it was a welcome reminder of how favorably this eventful season compares to the show’s Season 2 peak.

With rogue Raylan in police custody as of last week’s cliffhanger, and sexy bandit Ava (Joelle Carter) in Avery’s corrupt clutches, while her vengeful lover Boyd Crowder (Walton Goggins) continues his desperate hunt for the millions with which Ava absconded, there’s a lot to tie up in the series finale. We just hope Raylan gets out of Harlan County in one piece. (We kind of feel the same about most of the show’s endearing criminal element.) I’m not sure it would feel justified if Raylan doesn’t get to ride off into the sunset with Winona (Natalie Zea) and baby Willa.

“It’s like everything’s papier-mâché,” says crime boss Vaughn, reflecting on a childhood trauma while staring at a water stain on his bedroom ceiling. “I used to want to be an astronaut, but astronauts don’t even go to the moon anymore,” laments the terrific Farrell, who plays a (what else) soul-weary, rage-filled Vinci detective on Vaughn’s payroll. As the less tarnished (so far) characters, McAdams bristles marvelously as a tough-gal sheriff, while Kitsch broods handsomely and often as a cop who just wants to be left alone on his motorcycle while he wrestles with wartime demons. As in the first season, True Detective excels as a character study, though there’s no single character this time quite so mesmerizing as Matthew McConaghey’s Rust Cohle. But Vinci’s no Chinatown—my standard for a truly great California crime story.

Much more promising and satisfying are the two new comedies arriving Sunday, starting with the surprisingly likeable Ballers, from Entourage‘s Stephen Levinson. This is another be-careful-what-you-wish-for saga about the price of success, this time in the overprivileged world of pro sports (also the subject of Starz’s well-regarded Survivor’s Remorse, returning later this summer). Dwayne (aka “The Rock”) Johnson lends his considerable charisma and warmth to the lead role of Spencer, a former star linebacker coping with neurological, psychological and financial setbacks relating to his hard-hitting but halcyon days on the field. Now working for a craven money-management operation that hired him for his contacts (so suggests his smarmy co-worker, stereotypically played by Rob Corddry), Spencer hopes to make things easier for his peers by playing life coach to an endearing gallery of players: some uneasily retired like him, others still in the game and navigating the pitfalls of competitive ego, overindulged lifestyle and greedy hangers-on, most blind to the fact that life will eventually stop throwing them lucrative touchdowns.

Though many viewers will take vicarious pleasure in ogling the show’s surface pleasures of bling and babes that come with the raunchy Miami territory, Ballers isn’t an especially uproarious, laugh-out-loud show—although a twist explaining why one player is making life miserable for a new transfer is a jaw-dropper, giving literal new meaning to a familiar 12-letter expletive. Mostly, Ballers succeeds in making you care what happens to these brutes in a fame bubble, with the hope that they’ll wise up before it all bursts.

Saving the best for last, HBO caps its new Sunday lineup with the outrageous doomsday satire of The Brink, which is like Homeland played for intentional laughs. This wild ride of apocalyptic geopolitical dark farce stars Tim Robbins as a debauched Secretary of State, whose painful urinary infection compounded by chronic drunkenness and unrepentant skirt-chasing keeps threatening to get in the way of the latest hawkish negotiations with Israel. Jack Black is in top form as his bumbling nincompoop on the ground, an incompetent diplomat haplessly making a mess wherever he goes in the volatile powder keg of Pakistan. “That the fate of nations rests in your hands is incredibly alarming,” clucks a Pakistani hausfrau and mother of Black’s long-suffering, level-headed driver (The Daily Show‘s Aasif Mandvi).

With Orange Is the New Black‘s Pablo Schreiber rounding out the top cast as a hopped-up fighter pilot too distracted by his drug-running business to see that his missiles are aimed correctly, the world stage is set for a profanely (if not profoundly) funny successor to Dr. Strangelove, a madcap slapstick romp with a delirious chorus line of dictators, demagogues and other extremists with the unfortunate power to make the entire planet die laughing. Whatever your politics, The Brink hits its targets with devastating relish.

True Detective, premieres Sunday, June 21, 9/8c, HBO

Ballers, premieres Sunday, June 21, 10/9c, HBO

The Brink, premieres Sunday, June 21, 10:30/9:30c, HBO