Here’s what’s happening in the world of television for Sunday, March 10. All times are Eastern.
American Gods (Starz, 8 p.m., second-season premiere): The meandering, enchanting, occasionally daring, visually stunning, and always well-acted first season of American Gods ended with an eventful (to say the least) garden party, an elegant, expensive affair during which the shit absolutely hit the fan. Funnily enough, it’s a pretty decent parallel for what was going on behind the scenes, too. From our own Danette Chavez:
Season two... arrives with no real showrunner, after a ton of reshoots and the ouster of three helmers. In the wake of a Hollywood Reporter feature detailing the chaotic production—including [Orlando] Jones, who plays Mr. Nancy, also being tasked with on-set rewrites so the show wouldn’t violate guild law after actors began writing their own dialogue—the cast and executive producers, including Neil Gaiman, have asked for viewers to keep the faith. Having seen the first three episodes of the new season, I can tell you this is a big ask.
To say that we have some concerns about what lies ahead in the second season of this Neil Gaiman adaptation is fair. But we’ll be watching all the same. How could we not! Ian McShane as Mr. Wednesday, who goes by another name among the faithful! The terrific Emily Browning and Pablo Schreiber, one of the best double acts on TV (as far as we recall—it’s been a long, long time). Sakina Jaffrey, Jones, Yetide Badaki, and Cloris Leachman! It’s a stacked cast, that’s the short version, and we’ll be tuning in to watch—as will Emily L. Stephens, returning to recap the proceedings.
Now Apocalypse (Starz, 9 p.m., series premiere): This oddball, sci-fi, queer sex comedy from indie filmmaker Gregg Araki bows on Starz tonight, and it is a lot. For some, maybe too much? But we’re intrigued all the same, both because of its charming, game cast and a breezy, oh-fuck-it approach that’s undeniably appealing. Here’s Danette Chavez’s review.