Dear American Vandal, Season 2 was Perfect and It’s Not Your Fault

Here’s a sentence:

I was surprised by how much fun I had while chasing the dick drawer!

So, when Netflix brought you back for a second season with promises of a turd burglar, I was more than ready. Expectations were high and, although I can’t say I didn’t thoroughly enjoy myself, the overall experience was just…better.

ut, that’s okay! The half-baked concept stretching going on here has been miraculous. But, when you follow the same narrative formula as season 1 (almost beat for beat), you’re going to get comparisons. Same recipe, fresh ingredients, but the problem is you’re missing one crucial ingredient: my guy Dylan! Don’t get me wrong, what you cooked up was still massively delicious. The supplementary ingredients more than made up for what was missing. (Via Rotten Tomatoes) The audience approval from season 1 to 2 bumped up nicely from 88 to 93. Critically, the show maintained its near perfect rating, taking only the slightest of dips from 98 to 97. Proving that dicks and turds are the new apples and oranges.

Dylan Maxwell, played by Jimmy Tatro of YouTube fame, brought a certain dimwitted charm to the show the likes of which I haven’t seen since Entourage’s Johnny Drama. A lovable bro who despite all his flaws was redeemable enough to earn my undivided rooting interest. Not to mention his outright hilarity.

The second season introduces two primary suspects: jock star DeMarcus Tillman (brilliantly portrayed by fellow social media entertainer Melvin Gregg) and actor Travis Tope’s eccentric tea enthusiast Ryan McClain. They were standouts and deserve all the praise for carrying this seasons comedic load. Hollywood refers to it as an ensemble film (multiple actors sharing equal plot importance and screen time). There were more pieces to the ensemble, but if this were an Oceans movie, consider them Clooney and Pitt (that was supposed to be a compliment).

Did I mention that season 2 is really really good? Impressive storytelling. You guys really amped up the difficulty level for yourselves by adding a crap ton of new potential culprits. It must’ve been a blast to film though. How did everyone keep a straight face? It’s just an unfortunate circumstance I guess. Dancing after Michael. Singing after Beyoncé. Sequels rarely live up to the original (see Trevor Noah). It’s tough when a star leaves the team. The team has to adapt and find ways to fill the void. Yet, that’s what you did. Michael Jordan retired and we had to settle for…a pair of Kobe Bryant’s (MJ shrug).

As I wrap this up, I have to re-emphasize that season 2 was incredibly well-acted and expertly crafted. I applaud the level of detail that went into capturing the real-life drama faced by modern day high schoolers. As the story resolves, you once again found a way to victimize humanize the vandal(s). The motives are fairly relatable and the social commentary lands gracefully. A strength of the series that can’t be overstated. Ya’ll are juggling some important (wait for it) shit here. Transcending the surface explicitness of what could simply be described as: one long poop joke.

This is, without a dingleberry of doubt, a near flawless production (as fecal-based mock-u-series go) and I can’t blame you for that. I still rep for my boy D, but I thank you for this gift. Let’s pour a cup of horchata out for my homie!

Sincerely and impatiently clenching with love til season 3 arrives,

P.S. The Wayback Boys > The Horsehead Collective ♦

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