This episode is the first that had me yawning and checking how much was left. It was almost a parody of itself. There's only so much cow-lassoing, croaked out Dutton profundities and smiley Rip I can take. Where's the drama? You can't crank it up to S2's climax then wind it all the way back to a happy-clappy cheesefest, it almost gave me anti-drama whiplash. Where are the threats? I couldn't even care for the dumb agents trailer-swerving oversight. Am I supposed to be anxious about murderer-Jamie's predicament in hiring a new agent? Or care about Rourke building a city? I miss those psycho casino brothers and Dan Jenkins, they were all so good and the show feels empty without them.
Review of Freight Trains and Monsters
