Having enjoyed the absolute heck out of Wonder Man, and recently catching up with Invincible and Daredevil: Broody Blind Guy Pants Alot… there was only one other comic-centric property to tick the box on my “late spring second screening” tour: The Boys. And here, on the precipice of the series finale of the streaming gore fest, I thought I’d check in with some thoughts.
First, let’s cover the business end. The show itself is an adaptation of the comic by Garth Ennis and Darrick Robertson, which debuted back in 2006. It lasted six issues with the DC imprint Wildstorm, before being picked up to complete a seventy-two issue run with Dynamite Entertainment — who gave Ennis and Robertson the freedom to let the disgusting jokes, insane violence, and deep-cut cynicism flow like water. In 2015, Seth Rogan, Evan Goldberg, and Eric Kripke signed the paperwork to adapt the comic into a streaming series. The show itself was picked up in 2017, and debuted in 2019 on Amazon Prime. On Wednesday, May 20th, the series ended — most likely with as much Hollywood blood as Jeff Bezos can afford.
For those not in-the-the-know? I’m not going to try to pitch you the series, nor waste words recapping the thirty-nine episodes therein. Simply put: if you ever wanted to see what the MCU would feel like if it occurred in our world as led by Donald Trump? This is about the most logical, sensible, and honest take on superheroes you’ll ever find. It’s obnoxious, gory, horny, celebrity-focused, and there’s barely half a dozen people in the entire show who themselves are abject absolute pricks. If that’s your cuppa? Welcome home. For the rest? Best be on your way and I’ll catch you down the road. Continue reading “So Long and Thank For The Fish, Man #116: Prelude to the Finale of the End of The Boys”
