Exciting news: I have a new home for my writing! Starting today I will be covering Agent Carter, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and (naturally) Star Wars Rebels for Heroic Hollywood. This is a big, exciting step for me, but for the four of you who follow this blog, don’t worry. I’m still planning on posting articles here for anything outside of what I’m covering for HH. I’ll also be sure to post links to any reviews I write for them, as I’m doing right now.
Be sure to click over to HH and read my (first properly published) review for this week’s Agent Carter.
If you were to attribute just one quality to the success of Agent Carter’s first season, more so than its delightful cast, period setting, or the earnest silliness of its silver age tone, the thing that made Agent Carter so special was that it had something to say. Prior to the release of Jessica Jones, the exploration of the prototypical rise of feminism in the United States following the second World War was the most thematically ambitious and coherent story Marvel had attempted to tell on TV. In the modern landscape of comic book adaptations we got a period spy vs. spy thriller with real, meaningful things to say about women’s rights, buoyed by talented creators and a top notch cast.
With its second season, almost everything that made the show tick on the first go ‘round is back in the mix, but that one crucial element – a strong, clear thematic statement – seems to be missing. That missing piece becomes especially painful this week as Peggy finally comes into direct conflict with her nemesis.