This review contains spoilers.
I’ve been watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. from the very beginning, but this is the first season I’ve written about it critically and the process has been somewhat enlightening on a personal level. I’ve never been particularly fond of the show, and have more or less tolerated it out of a misguided sense of obligation to keep tabs on this corner of the Marvel Cinematic Universe (even as I realize there’s no possibility of any sort of meaningful crossover with the films). But only now that I’m forced to come up with something to say about it every single week do I realize how deeply I just plain do not care about any of it.
Last week I wrestled with the fact that the show itself never had any intentions of being anything more than comfort food, and this week, I’m realizing that I don’t care about any of its characters. At all.