The Punisher Season Two, presumably Marvel’s swansong on Netflix. Disney is setting up a new Marvel channel. All the old contracts are ending. If they’ve any sense, they’ll pick this show up as is. Bernthal is fantastic in the lead role, a brooding and capable menace with rare flashes of humour.
Frank was off the grid and free and clear of any government watchlists or local enforcement warrants at the end of the last season. If nothing else, season two shows that you can clear the record, but not the behaviour.
The first episode is a bit light on the old punishment. Amps up toward the end, but it’s largely Frank having it off with the sort of single mum Michael Knight and KITT would meet every week in Knight Rider. If anything, Frank is The Pleasurer for a good fifteen minutes. It was all very respectfully done.
The season soon shifts momentum into a road trip series, building strong character relationships between Frank and a teenage grifter in all kinds of trouble. It must be the easiest script in the world. Damsel in distress. Doesn’t like Frank much to start with. Go!
Doesn’t make it any less fun.