Like everyone else, I liked True Detective. But I loved it for awhile there, namely the first four episodes: the relentless, pitch-black tenor, the delirious, psychedelic colors, and the subtlety of its New Orleans neo-voodoo noir. It pretty much hit that big episode-four tracking shot—which, in the end, signified nothing more than itself—and fell apart from there. When we found the monster, it was not all that monstrous. Horror normally falls flat when it gets explicit.  INGONGA, which is currently under development, evokes HBO’s weird-fiction hit in more than just locale. Although, to be clear, it does evoke it in…