Agent of Desire
I remember being excited when I heard that ABC was airing Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. last year. Being a comic book fan and a fan of the Marvel movie franchise, being able to see an extension of the brand every week spoke volumes to me. And then I watched the first episode… and then the second… and third. Yeah… The show sucked. It gave credence to the term ‘movie magic.’ Makes you realize you’ve never heard someone say ‘TV magic’ and Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. illustrates why.
Two things have kept me spending an hour out of my week sticking with such a disappointing, mediocre show. The first being I’m a stupid, stubborn brand loyalist. If I ride with you, for the most part, I stay riding with you through the ups and downs. The second being Chloe Bennet. Let’s keep it honest, despite comic books being the fodder for awkward, geeky teenage boys, there isn’t a lot of eye candy for prepubescent and arrested developed men. Thank God for Chloe Bennet. I can’t say much for her character since most, if not all of the original characters on the show are whatever. But in a world of gods and robots and cyborgs and mutants and aliens, she is a sight for sore eyes. Who would you rather see, Chloe Bennet or Samuel L. Jackson every week? As cool as Sam is, we both know the answer.