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A new return in the second season with the energizing and emotional accounts of American Gods, the series which pursues the day by day life of Shadow, a previous convict whose life has flipped around when he met a puzzling man named Wednesday. Shadow ends up enter numerous difficulties and perilous plots that he needs to pass.
The frenetic, kinetic punk/anarchic sci-fi fantasy aspects, accentuated during the industrial toxic neon intro credits, combined with digital flies and spiders, is odd, redolent and alluring.
I am hesitant to say that this season is better or worse than season one since it is also very different. If anything, American Gods is as good as it was but also in a different way.
I can't entirely despise a TV show where Peter Stormare plays a Slavic deathlord who gleefully mumbles, "I am cancer!" But consider yourself warned: Do not worship false Gods.
After all the work done to keep the show going - and the very real risk it might not keep going - one would hope for more onscreen urgency. Instead, it just continues on, as if nothing changed and nothing will.
For fans of the novel who had such high expectations at the outset and who've been waiting nearly two years for the next chapter in the story, it's rather upsetting.
While the story picked up where it left off and didn't venture much into the larger world, the second season might just be able to continue the story in a way that matches the first season's wildly imaginative, artful style of storytelling.