the worst thing about Agent Carter’s cancellation is that I absolutely hated so much of the choices that were made for season two. I hated so much, and yet I watched religiously, because I’m dedicated to Peggy and the others that I’d started to love, especially Daniel and Edwin. But even before the moment that season one ended, I dreaded what would happen afterwards, which has become how I function with entertainment, tbh. The industries are too predictable and trying not to be, so we end up with horrific, horrific, offensive, massive, mistakes. We end up with more dead women, with more forgiven horrid white men, with more violence, more unnecessary plot twists and relationship shapes, and all of that, and I absolutely hate it. Part of why I only watch one tv show a season is because that’s all I can handle, especially since I otherwise love superhero stuff. I can’t watch AoS, Arrow, the Flash, all in the same season, because who knows how many characters are going to be butchered, murdered, brought back, destroyed, shoved into and out of relationships....not me, but the producers and critics, that’s who. Because writing’s no longer about creating something, it’s a business. It’s about drama and for me it’s about terror. Because guess what? I actually care.
Yes, we know that Marvel can’t - permanently - kill Peggy in the Agent Carter timeline, because she’s alive and growing old until 2016. But Marvel also doesn’t give her the credit she’s damn well more than earned, in Civil War, because they don’t show family, they don’t show the effects she had on literally creating a new world. They have Sharon mention achievements, but damn it, she was a married mother of two who pioneered, in the 40s, 50s, 60s, and beyond, in espionage and diplomacy. Does no one in our world know how much that means anymore? Apparently not, because they didn’t even put a photo of her from after the damned war on her casket.
They moved the show for season two, regardless of the grand possibilities that 1940s NYC offers. They set up not one but two (and a half?) unnecessary love triangles, had an engagement, had half-assed and unaddressed race relations, major injuries (both to women, unless we count the Zero Matter which affected one woman and our token black man), gave up on one of the most promising relationships from season one, had some more unsavory powerful white men...........
As compelling as it sometimes was, the attempt to make this show ‘interesting’ and ‘dramatic’ basically trashed it. And now, we don’t even get season three.
Literally every time I think about anything this season, other than that Peggy and Daniel ended up together, I’m furious with the direction this took the show. I’m pretty much in actual despair when I think about it, and considering that most of the S1 characters were my absolute faves to write, that’s pretty damn terrible.
So yeah, they didn’t get the ‘response they wanted’, and now the show is gone. But maybe if showrunners and writers actually cared what Peggy’s fans wanted, they wouldn’t have fucked it up so badly.
But we’ll never know, will we? I bet we won’t.
