Back in 2018, there were two shows on television that had my vested interest: Westworld and Atlanta. Westworld, as I’m sure you know, is about enslaved androids that look, behave, and feel just as humans do. It’s a science-fiction show with excellent acting, twists, turns, and numerous plot threads coming together to form a cohesive whole.
Atlanta, in some ways, is the exact opposite. It isn’t about forming a serialized account of characters’ lives, or developing the plot with high-concept ideas. Instead, Atlanta is so attractive because of the way it dances around a central plot, and allows the frequent story detours to characterize our protagonists, and the city itself. It doesn’t flirt with existential questions, rather, Atlanta is about existence.
As a result, Atlanta Robbin’ Season ends up feeling just as substantial as the first season.