Through a chain of exciting and dramatic events, this TV series follows Shadow Moon, a man whose life totally changed when he met a mysterious man who calls himself Wednesday. Wednesday knows everything about Shadow's past and life, the thing that forces Shadow to obey this man at anything. The second season comes with new exciting events.
For fans of the novel who had such high expectations at the outset and who've been waiting nearly two years for the next chapter in the story, it's rather upsetting.
I am hesitant to say that this season is better or worse than season one since it is also very different. If anything, American Gods is as good as it was but also in a different way.
The frenetic, kinetic punk/anarchic sci-fi fantasy aspects, accentuated during the industrial toxic neon intro credits, combined with digital flies and spiders, is odd, redolent and alluring.
I can't entirely despise a TV show where Peter Stormare plays a Slavic deathlord who gleefully mumbles, "I am cancer!" But consider yourself warned: Do not worship false Gods.
While the story picked up where it left off and didn't venture much into the larger world, the second season might just be able to continue the story in a way that matches the first season's wildly imaginative, artful style of storytelling.
After all the work done to keep the show going - and the very real risk it might not keep going - one would hope for more onscreen urgency. Instead, it just continues on, as if nothing changed and nothing will.