Furious’ Righteous Reign of Reckoning Isn’t Over Yet – And We’re Ecstatic

Apparently we can have great things!

The critically acclaimed revenge-thriller that serves as a scintillating exploration of trauma, rape culture, and misogyny is blessedly getting the due it deserves.

It’s also getting a second season, and I couldn’t be more enthused about it.

What may have started as a sleeper hit has since taken off across social media, and the masses have tuned into what is inarguably one of the greatest dramas to emerge this year.

We want Emmys. We want Globes.

We want justice, and we want vengeance, and, okay, maybe the latter part is just wishful thinking as we await the highly anticipated season finale after Furious Season 1 Episode 7’s cliffhanger had our collective jaws on the floor.

Furious hasn’t just been another series to pass the time away during a summer that has often felt like it had slim pickings.

It has been a full-blown experience. You feel this series in your bones when you watch, especially as a woman, because it speaks to the experience of womanhood, the complexity of it, the ugliness.

With that in mind, Furious gives us something we rarely see onscreen now, and it doesn’t pull any punches or hold back. It’s unapologetically raw, real, and bold, especially in tackling the depravity of violence against women, sex trafficking, and all the things that feel so prescient.

But as I said before, Furious wonderfully and satisfyingly harnesses female rage.

Much of that is thanks to the powerhouse performances we get from Emmy Rossum, Lola Petticrew, and Quincy Tyler Bernstine.

All of whom emerge as some of the most thoroughly multidimensional and well-written characters of the year: not female characters, because there are no qualifiers in that statement: full-on characters, period.

Few shows out there can grip you from opening credits to close, bombarding you with such a gritty, visceral, and darkly humorous experience, and then still have you pondering everything you saw for the remainder of the week until the show returns.

Furious does that; it’s a conversation starter, a show that makes you quietly reflect, one that has something to say and doesn’t mince words, and it certainly doesn’t care if you don’t like the delivery.

It echoes the full-on sentiment about what the show aims to do for women onscreen, reminding the masses that women are flawed, and complicated, and messy, and sometimes evil, and they’re not soft, or weak, or timid, or quiet.

The series has a remarkable way of holding up a mirror to society and letting it see itself without a filter, and that’s something that often feels lacking onscreen these days.

Where everything else can often feel so curated and careful, Furious thrives in a sweet spot of raw messiness that makes it one of the most profoundly relatable series out there.

And its thorough exploration of what trauma survivors are like is laudable.

The prospect of the series continuing that momentum into a sophomore season is exciting. It’ll probably be the most satisfying renewal of the year, hands down.

We’re gearing up for an epic finale titled “Hart’s Island,” as Catherine aims to take on one of the most powerful and depraved men of them all, Jay Easton. And, yes, peep those initials, lest you think for a second that Furious hasn’t been spending the entire time “going there.”

When you have a show like that, you cannot just stop at one season, because there are still endless tales to explore, broken systems to expose, work within, and maybe even eradicate, and characters that are too damn rich to only exist within eight episodes.

Because with stories like this, there is a desire for more.

The visibility that Furious provides elicits real emotion and necessary conversations, and I’m most excited about that.

The series doesn’t exactly hide what it references: a show where a young sex trafficking survivor hunts down what amounts to a cabal of wealthy, powerful, elite people who partake in the ruination of disenfranchised demographics under the guise of their actions somehow being victimless.

There’s something deeply satisfying about the timing of Furious’ debut: its entire premise involves centering the hardships, reality, hopes, and broken dreams of trauma survivors of all caliber.

It’s a show that simultaneously skewers the sexual politics we’ve come to unquestioningly accept while restoring a sense of sexual agency and autonomy to women in a manner that’s refreshing in its messiness.

We’ve seen an era of terror, of injustice, of systemic failures, and spectacle. Hell, we’re living that.

So, the mere thought of having a proper, brilliant series that taps into all that righteous anger and fury, the baser desire for vengeance and justice? Yeah, give me four seasons and a movie!

Furious will return on Monday, August 31, with a highly anticipated, wholly satisfying season finale that will keep you talking. And we’ll be here with a full review!

You can stream Furious on Hulu and Disney+.

For those who have been waiting to hear whether there will be another season before indulging in the best drama of the year? Well, binge now!

Over to you, Furious Fanatics! Are you as ecstatic about this renewal as I am? Let’s hear it below!