More of the cult-favorite comic makes it to the screen in AMC’s new episode of Preacher.
Certainly my heart goes out to poor Eugene, who has no place being in Hell.
But more on him in a bit.
Which brings us this week to New Orleans, and the usual hullabaloo that this charming city entails.
Theres a bit of predictably decadent nonsense of course (latex-clad man-dog, anyone?)
Of course, Im referring to the presence of a fanatical religious order known as the Grail.
Jesse can handle himself in a fight, but the Grail is bigger than anything else hes ever experienced.
Bigger, even, than the late Odin Quincannons beef empire.
His evasiveness only piques her interest, and nothing short of a private demonstration of said power will suffice.
As for Tulip, being back in New Orleans is no picnic for her, either.
Shes wronged the wrong person, and now hes tracked her down.
Jesse is unaware of whats truly troubling Tuliphe has his own baggage to carry.
In the end, it looks like Victor is her more immediate concern.
She has more to live for, which means she has a hell of a lot more to lose.
Which finally brings us back to poor Eugene.
Two botched suicide attemptshis own and Tracy Loachs, are now his private hell, courtesy of Hell itself.
Whatever Eugenes mistakes were, he deserves a second chance.
He doesnt need to be turned into an unstoppable killing machine like the Saint of Killers.
No, the kid just needs to catch a break.
His disfigurement was hell enough, wasnt it?
And now hes being paired with none other than Adolf Hitler (Noah Taylor).
Eugenes addressed by his keeper as 3767211725, which as an actual number translates to almost 4 billion.
It was good to be in Annville again, even if it was by virtue of Eugenes terrible memories.
The futility of his trying to scoop up brain matter was equal parts disgusting and utterly heartbreaking.
Rating:
4 out of 5
