Struggling against balancing between their double life as parents and spies, Philip and Elizabeth, a married couple, who do their best in order to do their work well. They have to cooperate in order to make things good when a mission went wrong, the thing that brings terrible for them, as they always have an argument from the misunderstanding.
The Americans remains one of prime time's best series, the only negatives at this point being how complicated the plotting is, to the degree at which we almost need a flow chart to keep up. It's a headache, but a great one to have.
The Americans still has those artfully shot scenes that leave you nervously glancing over your shoulder. It still has the deeply felt performances. And, if our intel is correct, it's still getting better.
I really enjoyed it, and as someone who was born around the time this show takes place, I actually appreciate the pacing being a little slow, as I often have to research things I didn't know about, which is most everything on this show, history-wise.
The close calls are starting to feel a little redundant, but the looming human drama in season three of The Americans should keep it near the top of the spy pack.
The Americans also remains a sharp, emotionally rich portrait of the politics of family life. You can fully enjoy the story without following the espionage material closely.
The Americans remains the best show on TV about family -- and, you know, the best show on TV -- because it is both tender and unflinching in its examinations of lies big and small, "good" and bad.
The Americans locates a stirring balance between brooding, heated familial melodrama and equally taut, often lethal procedures of its infectious spy drama.
