"For an extra grand, I'll let you chop off my dick."
The second series starts not only with a bang but with that uniquely Garth Ennis two-fingered salute. We have a man who uses his regeneration powers to make money on the side by letting blokes dismember bits of his body for fun, which I think is fair to describe as quite a long way down the kinky path. We have characters designed to deconstruct, with delicious bad taste, the archetypes of both the archer as superhero and the blind superhero. There is hilarious footage of Burcher, played by an ersatz actor. We have the head of the deputy director of the CIA's head explode. The Boys is back.
The Seven are very much in their artificial, scripted, cynical world and Homelander s very much the cynical, evil bastard we love to hate- but he may have met his match in Vought executive Mr Edgar, played by the excellent Giancarlo Esposito from The Mandalorian. Meanwhile, the Boys hide in squalour as Hughie wants to press on (with help from a pitying Annie) while all MM wants to do is get home to his wife and little girl.
The Deep, in a tragic place and being un-personed by the Seven, is getting his own sub-plot as he falls prey to a cult that sees therapy as "destructive", which doesn't remind you of any prominent real life cults, right? It's all shaping up nicely.
Oh, and Homelander drinks some breast milk. Eurgh.
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