Season two of “The Boys” carried on the bloody and silly nonsense of season one, which is good because that combination worked well.
This show’s violence is absurd enough, and cartoonish enough, to keep me from getting queasy. I’m not a fan of gore, but for some reason when this show blows up heads–there’s a lot of that–I’m not as put off as I am when I accidentally encounter horror-level gore (I really don’t like horror).
The introduction of Aya Cash as Stormfront in season two was a good move because The Seven tend to be dull. The Deep could be purged from the show altogether and wouldn’t be missed (his season two Scientology-esque plotline is dumb). And what’s the deal/point of Black Noir?
To be clear, Stormfront is horrible, but she’s also proactive. That last bit is important because most of the supes are reactive–they don’t have clear goals. That’s definitely not the case with Stormfront. The end of season two left her in an Anakin-at-the-end-of-“Sith” kinda position, but I’d be surprised if she didn’t pop up later.
I also continue to enjoy the relationship between Hughie and Annie. Amazon would be smart to put Jack Quaid and Erin Moriarty in a romantic comedy before Netflix swoops in.
“The Boys” was renewed for a third season. If the comic the show is based on was still active, I’d be concerned that season three is when we’d start to see filler (I’m looking at you, “Walking Dead”). But the comic wrapped up after its 72nd issue, so I’m cautiously optimistic the TV series will have a cohesive run.