The first season was solid if nothing special. Seeing a review claiming season two was a step up, I decided to give it another chance. Mistake.
The utter stupidity that marks the main developments this week is astonishing. First, the weapons sale. Sato and Hayama take a train while carrying a large duffle of cash. They are picked up at the station by a fool who drives them to his remote house. The two could have easily been robbed and killed had the "arms dealer" wished. They drink and a knife is produced. The man says he has no weapons but they will be delivered tomorrow. Really? This is how he deals with the Yakuza's men? He inexplicably stabs Hayama, who slits his throat. The house is set ablaze, and the men walk off down the road with a large bag of cash, no weapons, and no easy way back to the train station to return to town empty-handed. Dumb.
Samantha is sent to gain info on the developer's/architect's plans. He has a fabulous house. Thirty seconds of a slow dance and she excuses herself to use the washroom, heading straight to his office to find and photograph documents in a dark room. The man cuts his finger preparing dinner and she must cut short her work. She leaves his briefcase unfastened. Samantha has become the blandest "madame" in the history of tv. Rachel Keller has chops but is utterly wasted in season two. The whole operation, undertaken at the demand of a Yakuza boss in exchange for Samantha soon owning her club outright, is almost as amateurish as the weapons sale.
Jake has no source for more info on the crime bosses, but if you can't be smart be lucky. An "old school" boss is taken out by another dumb underling who is lucky to be alive after his betrayal, yet feels the need to push his luck past the breaking point. The boss goes airborne off his balcony, landing a few yards from Jake. Really? Jake was waiting around outside, as he had no way into the building and nothing to do inside had the security guard allowed him in.
From the cliche use of pictures of Hiroto's kids left on his windshield, to the computer whiz young brother, to the single mom with a little boy begging for a step-father, the shallow twists never end. Dumb and dumber. I'm out.
The utter stupidity that marks the main developments this week is astonishing. First, the weapons sale. Sato and Hayama take a train while carrying a large duffle of cash. They are picked up at the station by a fool who drives them to his remote house. The two could have easily been robbed and killed had the "arms dealer" wished. They drink and a knife is produced. The man says he has no weapons but they will be delivered tomorrow. Really? This is how he deals with the Yakuza's men? He inexplicably stabs Hayama, who slits his throat. The house is set ablaze, and the men walk off down the road with a large bag of cash, no weapons, and no easy way back to the train station to return to town empty-handed. Dumb.
Samantha is sent to gain info on the developer's/architect's plans. He has a fabulous house. Thirty seconds of a slow dance and she excuses herself to use the washroom, heading straight to his office to find and photograph documents in a dark room. The man cuts his finger preparing dinner and she must cut short her work. She leaves his briefcase unfastened. Samantha has become the blandest "madame" in the history of tv. Rachel Keller has chops but is utterly wasted in season two. The whole operation, undertaken at the demand of a Yakuza boss in exchange for Samantha soon owning her club outright, is almost as amateurish as the weapons sale.
Jake has no source for more info on the crime bosses, but if you can't be smart be lucky. An "old school" boss is taken out by another dumb underling who is lucky to be alive after his betrayal, yet feels the need to push his luck past the breaking point. The boss goes airborne off his balcony, landing a few yards from Jake. Really? Jake was waiting around outside, as he had no way into the building and nothing to do inside had the security guard allowed him in.
From the cliche use of pictures of Hiroto's kids left on his windshield, to the computer whiz young brother, to the single mom with a little boy begging for a step-father, the shallow twists never end. Dumb and dumber. I'm out.