So when Garth Ennis decided to write an opus about his profound loathing of Golden Age superheroes, it wasn’t hard to follow along; biting wit and gratuitous bloody violence for comedic effect will always be entertaining, just ask Charlie Chaplin. Anyway, here we are in 2019 with The Boys about to finally hit the small screen; life’s dull, spice it up!
I feel like even though some of this didn’t land totally squarely, I’m getting more of an idea of the feel of this show. And even though an inappropriate pop song is a great shorthand way to say “this is fun, go with it” there’s enough of the core motivations shown to see that this will have meat (and gristle, and intestines).
Ennis is good like that; it’s very easy to describe his work as juvenile (which it is) and shock value (which it really, really is) but he doesn’t make it hard to appreciate his interesting cast of rounded characters and solid plotting beneath the veneer. He’s a legitimately good writer masquerading as a fourteen year old with a learning impairment and way too many Fangoria magazines. And since that description doesn’t hit far from home for many of us, we know he’s one of our own people at his soul, except more Irish and thus probably a little better with the ladies (or gents if that’s your thing).
Anyway, getting living treasure Karl Urban on board is a coup for the show and even though fans of The Boys are trained in a Pavlovian fashion to imagine Simon Pegg as Hughie, I’ve got a feeling that Jack Quaid will give us the “innocent-yet-determined” character we need.
I’m honestly just glad that we live in an age where the likes of Seth Rogan, Eric Kripke and Evan Goldberg somehow have enough clout to make titles like this and Preacher exist.
What do you guys think? Down to see some supers get spanked?
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