The Boys (2019) is an excellent show in a lot of respects. In this review of season one, I'll be going into great detail as to why it's so good. Spoiler alert! I don't like superheros. They're just... lame. This being said, The Boys bucks a lot of the trends that irritate me about the genre—a lack of wholesome, raunchy sex and good ol'-fashioned ultraviolence. But simply injecting these elements can have a bloating effect, doing little to address my pet peeves. As much as I enjoyed Brightburn , for example, it largely felt formulaic, stock. In other words, the violence didn't make up the heart of the experience; it was merely a coat of paint. In The Boys nothing could be further from the truth. The show is undeniably extreme in this regard, but the violence-in-question drives the actions of the cast. Within the first ten minutes of the show, local city bumpkin Hughie meets with his girlfriend... only to have her blown to pieces. And you might say to you...