March 25, 2026
The Boys Is the Superhero Show we Needed.
Let me be upfront about something: I went into The Boys expecting a gimmick. A show where superheroes are actually the villains okay, sure, sounds edgy for the sake of it. Sounds like someone pitched "what if Superman was bad" in a writers' room and everyone clapped. I gave it one episode out of mild curiosity and a slow weekend.
That was a mistake. Not watching it sooner, I mean.
By episode three I was cancelling plans.
So What's It Actually About?
The Boys is an Amazon Prime series based on the comic by Garth Ennis, and the core premise is this: superheroes exist, they're worshipped like celebrities, and they're owned by a massive corporation called Vought International. The "supes" led by the squeaky-clean, all-American team called The Seven are essentially brand assets. They do press tours, they have merchandise, they have publicists. And behind closed doors, a lot of them are deeply, catastrophically awful people.
On the other side you've got Billy Butcher (Karl Urban, absolutely unhinged in the best way) and a ragtag group called The Boys, who've each had their lives destroyed by superheroes in some way and have decided to do something about it. That's the collision the whole show is built around.
It sounds simple. It is anything but.
The Thing That Makes It Work
Here's what separates The Boys from other "dark superhero" takes: it's not dark for shock value. Well okay, it's also dark for shock value sometimes, there's no pretending otherwise. But underneath the gore and the chaos, there's a genuinely sharp critique of corporate power, celebrity culture, and the way institutions protect people who should absolutely not be protected.
Homelander is the clearest example of this. He's the Superman stand-in, played by Antony Starr, and he might be the most compelling villain on television in the last decade. He's not just evil. He's psychologically broken a product of a system that built him into a god and then wondered why he started acting like one. Every scene he's in crackles with tension. You never quite know which version of him you're going to get, and Starr plays that unpredictability with this terrifying, almost cheerful calm. It's the kind of performance that makes you forget you're watching a show about people with laser eyes.
The rest of the cast holds up just as well. Karl Urban's Butcher is all rage and swagger with something genuinely wounded underneath it. Erin Moriarty's Annie January aka Starlight is the show's moral compass, and she gets one of the better character arcs across the seasons as she figures out exactly what she's willing to compromise and what she isn't. Jack Quaid plays Hughie, the audience stand-in who gets pulled into all of this, and he walks the line between relatable everyman and actual person really well. It would have been easy to make Hughie annoying. Somehow they didn't.
Does It Stay Good?
This is the honest part of the review.
Season one is close to perfect. It's tight, it's focused, and it's doing something genuinely new with familiar material. Season two expands the world and introduces some of the show's best characters Aya Cash as Stormfront is a standout and while it's slightly messier, it's still very good television. Season three goes big, maybe too big in places, and there are moments where the satire tips into being a little too on-the-nose. When the show is confident in its metaphors, it lands. When it over-explains them, it doesn't.
But even at its wobbliest, The Boys is more interesting than most things on TV. It's swinging for something, and that counts for a lot.
What It's Really Saying
The show has a lot on its mind, and to its credit, it doesn't always resolve the things it brings up neatly. It asks questions about power who has it, how they keep it, what it does to people and it doesn't pretend the answers are simple. The corporation at the centre of everything, Vought, is almost scarier than any individual character because it's so recognisable. The way it manages PR crises, reshapes narratives, monetises trauma it's not subtle, but subtlety isn't really what The Boys is going for. It's going for a reaction, and it earns it.
What surprised me most, though, is how much the show actually cares about its characters. For all the explosions and outrageous set pieces, the moments that stick are the quieter ones. A conversation between Butcher and Hughie about what revenge actually costs. Starlight sitting alone in her apartment, trying to figure out who she is outside of the costume. The show earns the chaos because it builds actual people first.
Final Verdict
If you've been putting it off because the premise sounds like too much, or because you're tired of superhero content I get it. I was there. But The Boys isn't really a superhero show. It's a show about power dressed up in a cape, and it's one of the sharpest, most genuinely entertaining things streaming has produced in years.
Just maybe don't eat while you watch it.
Where to watch: Amazon Prime Video
Seasons available: 4 (with a spin-off, Gen V, also worth your time)
Rating: 9/10
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