Spoiler Alerts for The Boys.
I’ve arrived at that stage of life where I feel totally justified with my decisions about my entertainment. No longer do I feel the need to watch every movie or TV show because it was critically acclaimed. I used to, because wanted to be in on the conversation and didn’t want to appear unsophisticated for having not seen it the latest award-winning item. So Nomadland, about people who live on the outer boundaries of society because they have lost almost everything? No thanks. I Care a Lot, about a woman who scams the elderly? Pass. I wanted to be entertained, to unwind; they don’t call it the Boob Tube for nothing.
Lately I’ve been regressing to my childhood with shows based on comic book characters or graphic novels. I just finished the second season of The Boys. Ostensibly, it’s a dark comedy about a group of superheroes — The Seven (even though there seem to be more popping in and out, depending on their misdeeds) — as a corporate entity, complete with Q-ratings, merchandising, theme restaurants, etc.
The head of the group is Homelander, a Captain America-type who spouts patriotic sound bites while at the same time creating a continuing need for the “supes’ by, among other things, causing a plane full of passengers to crash so he can blame it on terrorists. The rest of his comrades either go along or are ignorant of his foul deed.
That was in the first season. In the second, we are introduced to a new character, Stormfront, who seems like a breath of fresh air as she dismisses the pollyannaish goals of the group and speaks her mind. But as the episodes moved on… wait a minute, this storyline takes a decidedly familiar — and unwelcome — turn.
Stormfront isn’t what she appears to be. Not only does she hide the fact that she more than 100 years old, but she’s a … wait for it … Nazi! She married the German scientist who invented the compound that can transform mere mortals into ubermenschen. She convinces Homelander that “the others” are the cause of the country’s problems and they should be contained at the very least, but eliminating them would be even better. She becomes the spokesperson for The Seven at rallies as she tries to stir up the (white) crowd against outsiders. Sound familiar? This article from ScreenRant does a better job of describing than I care to.
“Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker” [the penultimate episode] begins with a jarring cold open that reveals the effect of Stormfront’s media blitz on a ground level. The sequence introduces a regular guy – a fan of Stormfront, with posters all over his bedroom. This lonely young man goes about his everyday life while TV and radio personalities speak of super-terrorists “invading America” and “illegal immigrants pouring into this country.” The student kisses his mother goodbye, goes to class, visits the same store with the same clerk, and repeats the cycle ad nauseam until, one day, he starts to suspect the store worker is a supe terrorist. Driven by Stormfront’s call to action, the young misfit visits his store and guns down the same friendly clerk who served him every morning, firmly in the belief that he was doing his country a service.
Really? This is the kind of stuff I have been trying to get away from. If I want conspiracy theories, I’ll watch FOX News (just kidding, of course I won’t). But they suckered me in, getting me too invested in the series to give up with just one episode to go. Damn you, Boys!
Maybe I’ll just watch The Muppets. That should be carefree.