In the second season, it seems that Frank is still bothered by the idea of the names of his proposed twins, and Jean is trying to conclude a new and different deal. On the other hand, Frank is trying to recruit a new chef through the refugee center and may be an acquisition that grabs the attention of Torgeirs this time.
There's too much fun in this satire, too much zest in the plotting, too much that's lovely in the brilliantly lit backgrounds, for glumness to gain any footing.
It combines affectionate sendups of gangster-film conventions with culture-clash satire that cuts both ways, making fun of the Scandinavian welfare state while tacitly critiquing American rapaciousness.
