Preacher season two begins with a discussion about circumcision and what happens to all those itty bitty foreskins. Not something I’ve ever thought about, and circumcision here in the U.K. isn’t a thing, as far as I’m aware most of us chaps still have our foreskins just flapping about down there between our legs.
Fortunately the foreskin discussion doesn’t last too long within mere moments the terrible trio of Jesse Custer, Tulip O’Hare and Cassidy are trying to out run a police car while singing along to Come On Eileen on the radio.
Unfortunately, after a very cool Seventies movie style police chase, our car full of idiots, whoops I meant heroes, weird that idiots and heroes kinda means the same thing, right? Anyways, our heroes are caught by the five-oh and Jesse is forced to hit the misbegotten lawmen with the Word of God, or Genesis, he takes much fun in making the poor men of law do unspeakable things to one another, like holding hands and causing some serious damage to a lawman’s gonads.
Jesse Custer seems to be enjoying his supernatural, and part divine, power having a bit of fun with what he can do and it’s a great super power, imagine being able to make people do whatever you tell them, what fun a person could have, you could be a terror to the assholes and shitbirds we all meet, and have to suffer, in life. I’d make those sorts of people shit their pants at every opportunity, just because it would be funny and very embarrassing for the asshole.
This first episode of a new season doesn’t let a fan, or random viewer, settle for a second first it’s all fun, fun, fun, and being cool and then BOOM! We get hit with ultra-fucking-violence, heads exploding, limbs being shot off, blood and guts, all the kinds of things I love about fiction, such things suck in real life but in the unreal they’re super cool.
Oh, and yep, the Saint of Killers is on the loose and he’s permanently pissed off, which must be depressing.
There is a fuck scene, it’s no hardcore full penetration job, this is TV after all, but I still didn’t like it, fake violence I LOVE fake fucking I don’t and here’s my reason why, fucking is, or should, be a very personal experience between the people who are doing the fucking, it shouldn’t be something other people watch as entertainment, violence as entertainment I’m down with, it’s fun, fucking should have stayed very personal making it a public spectacle just made lots of people really weird.
Less fake fucking more fake violence. Please.
This first in a new episode is gloriously over the top and ends with, for Steve, a tribute to the late, and great, Steve Dillon co-creator of Preacher.