![]() ![]() It's a boardwalk magician trying to pass off card reveals as that real high-grade Harry Potter shit. Gods know it tries there's a half-way dazzling sequence set on the Rock's massive carousel in the premiere that comes close to popping the eye with the same sizzling energy as season 1. That sort of mythology-meets-punk-rock spirit has been sucked out of season 2. On the other hand, it also featured Laura Moon kicking a bad guy in the balls so hard his spine flew out of his body. On one hand, American Gods' first go-around was sometimes light on forward momentum. This might have been easier to swallow had season 2 at least carried the unpredictable balls-to-the-wall madness in its visuals that made season 1 worthwhile. And I do mean "wheel-spinning" literally roughly 60% of those first three episodes consist of car rides on empty roads to nowhere. It's really coming, really, but until then Wednesday, Shadow Moon ( Ricky Whittle), the leprechaun Mad Sweeney ( Pablo Schreiber), and the undead Laura Moon ( Emily Browning) spend episodes meandering, direction-less- goal-less half the time-in one of the most obvious wheel-spinning bits of storytelling I've ever seen. It could start any second now, says Ian McShane's Mr. This season promises that the war is.definitely still brewing. ![]() himself) and the New Gods (think iPhones, Yelp, and Tinder). Last season established a brewing war between the Old Gods (think Odin, Zeus, Anubis, and even old J.C. That, my friends, is what watching American Gods season 2 feels like, at least over the first three episodes I've seen. As American Gods' voice-over tells us, "They could not honestly have told you why they came." Attendees just sort of wander, surrounded by random assortments of light and sound, stopping occasionally at a particularly eye-catching exhibit but with no clear destination in sight. Animatronic fortune tellers and preserved animals, shiny baubles and the world's largest carousel covered in 20,000 lights and no horses. American Gods season 2 begins, funny enough, inside the perfect metaphor for American Gods season 2: The House on the Rock, a tourist attraction built by Alex Jordan in bumfuck nowhere Wisconsin, a sprawling maze that the slightly mad architect filled with gaudy attractions and flashy bits of eccentric nothingness. ![]()
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