So last night I finally carved out time to watch the new episode of The Boys everyone’s buzzing about. Grabbed a beer from the fridge, kicked back on the couch, and fired up the TV. First thing? That opening sequence already had me groaning – Homelander doing another creepy, staged hug for the cameras. Dude never stops performing, man. Felt like watching a car salesman at a funeral.
That Table Scene Got Me
But the real meat started when Butcher & the guys found the weird files inside Vought. The stuff laid out on that table? Damn. Just pages and pages of creepy experiments, names redacted like some government cover-up movie. Started feeling a bit like that time my old job tried burying a safety report. Corporate crap smells the same everywhere, superpowers or not.
Then came that spreadsheet detailing all the Compound V trials Vought hid. Columns full of “side effects” like “spontaneous combustion” listed next to “potential revenue.” My jaw actually dropped open a bit. Reminded me of my old boss tallying sales vs. customer complaints – profit always won. Except in this case, the “customer complaints” were corpses.
Here’s what made my brain tick:
- Victoria Newman’s files popping up. Her and Homelander are tangled tighter than headphone wires in my pocket. Seeing her name stamped on docs about manipulating congress? Not even remotely surprised.
- Firecracker and Sage? Holy crap, they weren’t bluffing about messing up Homelander’s plans. Sage revealing that data leak felt like that intern who accidentally cc’d the whole company on an email shredding the CEO. Brutal.
- And Neuman’s daughter just casually wiping someone’s memory at the playground? Kids playing hopscotch one minute, human hard-drives the next. Messed. Up.
Homelander losing his cool on TV though? THAT was the kicker. Seeing his smug smirk crack live on camera? Better than my fantasy football rival accidentally benching his top player. Dude screamed like a toddler throwing a tantrum after his little data dump scheme blew up in his face. Felt so good. For a sec, anyway.
Course, nothing stays fixed in this show. Or in life, really. Watching Homelander sniff out Butcher hiding in the shadows – yeah, we all knew that uneasy truce wouldn’t last. Exactly like agreeing to “move forward” after a huge argument at work. Everyone knows it’s fake, but the cameras are rolling.
And that ending shot? Homelander smirking at the chaos like he’s already plotting revenge. Had that same chill as getting an email from HR labeled “mandatory team building” after you just aired the department’s dirty laundry. Knew right then that calm was just the eye of the storm. Honestly? Waiting for the next episode feels easier than waiting for my annual review. Less likely to be a train wreck.
