BY: ALEX BERMAN
The beginning of the second season of The Americans started off with a bang. Literally. Almost immediately, blood was flying and bodies were dropping in a very graphic, yet choreographically rich, rendezvous-gone-bad introductory scene. From the get-go, this show had me staring at the screen in disbelief, waiting for more. For those of you who have never watched the show, the plot of “The Americans” centers around two KGB undercover spies who pose as a married couple with kids. As their stations in their arranged marriage continue on, their feelings for one-another continue to grow, all-the-while struggling to keep their child’s suspicions at bay. While their family takes up the whole of their day, at night, they lead a special group of confidants and other under-cover spies towards the ultimate goal of preventing a possible war.
Although this might sound like an overly-used synopsis, the adult content (ex: blood, violence, sex, nudity, language) turns this seemingly family-oriented television show into a thrilling spy drama, complete with double agents, corruption, betrayal, and counter-spies to leave the viewer constantly on their toes.
After the initial action scene of the season premiere episode, the focus falls back on the two spy’s family life, going back to plot lines left open at the end of the first season.
The sense of family is stronger than ever, but a growing suspicion threatens to rip it apart. Not much is revealed in this first episode, but with a couple key cliffhangers taking place, the buildup towards the end is enough to successfully leave you hanging on the edge of your seat.
I’m not usually much of a spy drama type of guy, especially when it comes into the family environment, but the way this show tells the story along with the amount of serious adult content that’s presented is enough to grip even the most pessimistic of viewers.
All in all, with the way this show has decided to kick off, viewers of all sorts are going to be in for one hell of a season.