Agent Carter: A Mid-season Treat With A Touch Of Britishness


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I always complain about being a film person born in January because, film-wise, January is probably one of the worst months. If your movie comes out in January, it’s usually not a very good sign, at least if you’re a part of the North American entertainment industry. However, I’m also part of the TV world. And in the TV world, January and February are synonyms for new shows and mid-season premieres, which is always exciting. Unless you’re Supernatural, in which case you just keep praying that you will just drop dead and people will finally leave you alone. But I digress.

Remember how I kind of hated the first couple episodes of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Well, it’s not what happened with Agent Carter. I sat through them with a cup of warm tea and enjoyed every bit of it with no shame and an awful amount of embarrassing noises of contentment.

Agent Peggy Carter tries to move past the death of Captain America, all the while leading a very unsatisfying professional life with the SSR. It’s hard to be one of the best agents around and not being taken seriously because of your gender. Well, Peggy Carter is not one to let herself be stopped by that. When Howard Stark is accused of selling weapons to America’s enemies, he turns to Agent Carter to clear his name before getting away on a speedboat, leaving her alone with a certain Mr. Jarvis to help her. The two of them and their delightful britishness embark on an investigation that leads them to one of Stark’s most dangerous weapons, an unstable chemical capable of unspeakable destruction, and on the track of a mysterious organization whose henchmen have no vocal folds.

Bunsters, I can’t wait for the third episode. Agent Carter is a little pearl of action, heartfelt drama, dry humour, and posh accents. Oh, and classic feminism. How could I not be conquered? The film buffs and noir addicts among you will also appreciate the sharp contrast of the lighting and the 50s feel of the whole show. Also, notice how Haley Atwell just rocks those outfits. She looks great, and her heels don’t keep her from beating up the bad guys. No, Sir. She is smart, strong, fearless, and fully aware of the kind of world she lives in. She is also clearly mourning her love interest, and is emotionally scarred by the death of seemingly everybody she cares about. She’s complex. She’s cool. She’s my type of female character.

Speaking of feminism-related stuff, I give all my kudos to the show for not making Peggy Carter the only smart person in a world of idiots. Yes, the men around her are sexist jerks, a lot of the time, but not all of them are. Sousa, one of her coworkers, who walks with a cane, is very respectful of his abilities. The others may not respect her, but they’re still good at their jobs (and also really, really violent). I also love Jarvis. He’s not the stereotype of the manly man, even though he is certainly your typical Alfred character. I don’t mind though. He is a treat. And when I say that, I mean that he can be the scones to my tea time any day of the week. As for the other women on the show, they’re also interesting. You can definitely feel that being a woman back then was tough and they were trying their best to survive in a society that was just expecting them to get married and have kids, whatever it is that they really wanted.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D will be returning when this first season of Agent Carter is over. I can’t wait for that to happen, since the whole first half of their second season was pretty darn awesome, but I will savour each episode of Agent Carter in the meantime.

Come on, don’t stay here reading this. Go swoon all over Haley Atwell and James D’Arcy. Off you go! I’ll talk to you when S.H.I.E.L.D is back.



– Anais L


The Breakdown

Some say she’s French. Some say she’s a voodoo witch. What is certain is that Anais left her awkward print on all things artsy at one point or another in her life, performing as a singer and a pianist, exhibiting photographs and paintings, and leaving an embarrassing amount of visual proofs of those events on the internet. Anais’ dream is to be an animation writer. She thinks everything should be animated and she is more than half convinced that she is herself a cartoon character. She hopes that one day, Pendleton Ward or Jennifer Lee will read her screenplays and say they’re neat.

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