I hadn’t written up this show during its initial seasons as, honestly, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It was pretty. It was shocking (at times). It was inventive. But even having read the books, I couldn’t quite figure out what the heck the story was.
With the third season, things are starting to come together. In fact, this is more the story I expected back in the first season. Many of the important moments pick up on threads that had gone widely divergent from the source material in the first season. In many ways, the season feels like a reset after a long digression.
Ricky Whittle (Hollyoaks) reclaims a good deal of the center of the show, supported primarily by Ian McShane (John Wick 3: Parabellum) and Emily Browning (Golden Exits) in the primary threads. But Yetide Badaki, Bruce Langley, and Omid Abtahi (The Hunger Games: Mockingjay) each have essential and powerful sub-plots weaving together the bigger landscape and ultimate denouement.
Though the show clearly kept me coming back, despite any lack of focused plot, is a testament to the cast and the overall power of the storytelling. And this latest offering to the masses from the Gods is their best season yet, even if it (admittedly) is standing on the shoulders of the Gods that came before. I left this season feeling sated and still ready and hungry for what comes next rather than just annoyed and scratching my head as to where the heck they would take it.