This show is ultimate “dad tv”. We are all just vicariously living through Reacher, daydreaming of walking into a room and people shatting their pants at the mere sight of us. Then there is the ability to quickly and simply solve all problems with a burst of egregious violence, with no real world repercussions. Plus the ability to answer the door almost exclusively in your underwear and 90% of the time it’s a hot French maid or milf cop, who gets an immediate bout of the fanny flutters.
In terms of plot, logic, pacing, acting, direction or point, this show objectively becomes more terrible with each passing episode; but the Reacher underwear, violence, brooding, and manliness factors are trending increasingly off the charts. And that’s all that matters here. This season gave us Paulie, a true behemoth for our ultra alpha manly man meat beefcake hero to slay. Next season they’ll have to do a Marvel crossover to introduce an evil Hulk running guns and knocking off old members of the 110 special investigators unit. I assume that would ultimately culminate in the only logical conclusion to this series in the form of a rain drenched underwear wrestling match at night, with flames in the background, between TVs manliest man ever, and a raged out evil Bruce Banner clone.
You’re welcome Amazon.