Highly entertaining but grossly flawed, The Boys envisions itself as the bad boy of superhero stories. To a degree, it is. But let's not act as if it's the long-awaited mash-up of Shakespeare and Stan Lee.
There is a lot to love about The Boys Season 2, not the least of which is the depths to which our fascination with celebrity and politics, and our grave hope that someone will save the world corrupts our ability to see the truth.
The second season feels somewhat bored by Butcher's sputtering rage and somewhat resigned to Hughie's blandness. It works best when Starlight and Kimiko are front and center, with Moriarty and Fukuhara both doing good work