Agent Carter had a fantastic first season, more mini-series than traditional television series, but it was well-written, sharp, and entertaining in all the ways that Agents of T.E.D.I.U.M. never was. (And the comments will look up and shout “but it got good after twenty episodes, just give it another chance” and I’ll look down and whisper “no”). So we got the good news a couple of weeks ago that it had gotten picked up for a second season, and we all got quite excited and posted all of our favorite misandry celebration gifs.
Rumor has it that the second season will jump forward a few years, and the obligatory plot summary seems to support that, giving essentially no details in any way whatsoever:
Dedicated to the fight against new atomic age threats in the wake of World War II, Peggy must now journey from New York City to Los Angeles for her most dangerous assignment yet. But even as she discovers new friends, a new home — and perhaps even a new love — she’s about to find out that the bright lights of the post-war Hollywood mask a more sinister threat to everyone she is sworn to protect.
Did you know that 97% of all stories set in Los Angeles have to directly involve Hollywood? That’s because in a city of fifteen million people, the only thing there is six movie sets, a Hollywood sign, and smog. Nothing. Else.
Look, the damned screenwriters are down in Hollywood to start with. They have to be willfully jamming their heads up their asses to ignore everything outside their myopic little world. Or they really think people are so stupid that Los Angeles=Hollywood, and that’s all they want to see.
I mean people might be that stupid, and writers might be that myopic, but I think it’s probably simpler all around to just blame the studios for wanting the most simplistic drivel that can be squirted out of a laserjet.
Will its second season be good? I’d wager yes. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t need a little snark thrown at its lazy plot summaries.