Do not read on unless you’ve seen “Journey Into Night,” the first episode of the second season of HBO’s “Westworld.”
The very first shot of “Westworld” reminds us of what worked best about the HBO drama’s first season. All television shows should open up with a tight shot of Jeffrey Wright. But then that shot moves back, and Wright starts talking, and it becomes clear that, like so many episodes last season, “Journey Into Night” will begin with one of Bernard — well, he may be Bernard this time — and Dolores’ face-to-face chats. And just like that, we’re reminded of everything that didn’t work about season one.
“What is real?” Dolores asks. “That which is irreplaceable,” he says. Dolores doesn’t like the answer, but it’s too late. Fewer than four minutes in, “Westworld,” like a smoker or a nail-biter, has fallen back on bad habits — saddling two great actors with pseudo-philosophical gobbledygook dialog, and Evan Rachel Wood in particular with a bland, one-note character that the finale had promised was gone for good. Any HBO subscriber can be forgiven for giving up and just watching the new episode of “Barry” instead.
But those who stick around are rewarded, eventually. “Journey Into Night” shows that lessons were learned and creators Jonathan Nolan and Lisa Joy — the latter having written this premiere with Roberto Patino — have, in the year and a half since season one wrapped, adjusted accordingly. Bernard, we soon see, appears to have been describing not a dream, but events some time after the massacre that ends season one, when he is discovered on a beach by a Delos clean-up team. Because the Golden Age of Television has not exactly been the Golden Age of Linear Storytelling lately, “Journey Into Night” takes place on at least three timelines — the massacre and its immediate aftermath, the Delos clean-up mission some time later, and whenever it is that Bernard and Dolores are talking (probably well after the Delos mission, which doesn’t bode well for Delos’ private army). Between the first and the second, a few frames of a flashback montage tell us, Bernard did and saw some s—.
Not much time is spent on cleanup, but what is gives us a few much-desired clues about the world in which “Westworld” takes place. The park is on an island held by a Pacific country whose military isn’t thrilled about a bunch of Blackwater types showing up with their rubber boats and futuristic dune buggies, and it is there that Bernard has washed ashore, just in time to see some C- and D-list hosts get shot execution style. The season one finale teased a glimpse of the world outside the park, then pulled away at the last moment. It’s good to see the new premiere deliver even a little bit, giving us a hint at where and when “Westworld” takes place.
Bernard and the new Delos arrivals survey the damage, and we soon get the unfortunate sight of a Native American host being scalped, followed by the first — and not the last in this episode — glimpse of a host brain. When said brain is plugged into a very awkward iPad port, we see video of Dolores in full killer mode. But the real joy of the cleanup-crew scene is that we get a Hemsworth (Luke) and a Skarsgård (Gustaf) together. What a time we live in.
We then flash back again to Bernard, Charlotte, and some tuxedo-and-gown-clad redshirts cowering in a stable while Rebus and the boys play William Tell just outside with a doomed guest. The massacre is in full swing, and if you’re wondering how long the guests hiding with Bernard and Charlotte will last, the answer is “not long.” Bernard gets understandably upset as the richies kill a stable-boy host for no reason, but as a viewer, it’s hard to muster any feeling. This is “Westworld.” A child getting stabbed in the chest with a pitchfork is just same old s—, different day. One of the areas where this show has broken the most new ground is in desensitizing violence. This does not work in its favor.
The player piano is back and — surprise — it’s not playing Jethro Tull, the Doobie Brothers, Boston, or whatever classic-rock-radio band you had in your pool. As strings come in, we cut to Dolores on horseback, channeling her inner Wyatt and shooting down guests on the run. Dolores continues in that thread, talking to her victims as she sets them up for solidly sadistic ends as Teddy looks on, conflicted. If you were hoping that this season would do better by Teddy, keep hoping. Wood, meanwhile, has all kinds of appeal as Wyatt-Dolores. Even if the character doesn’t feel entirely fresh, it’s a pleasure to watch her finally get to cut loose after having to muddle through blue-dress Dolores for so much of last season.
Then Maeve! Well, not really. First we have to watch Man in Black-edition William do some survivalist stuff, which, who cares? (Not me.) But then yes, finally Maeve, by way of Lee. “Westworld” excels at Mutt and Jeff team-ups, and this one works well because it allows both parties to do what they do best — Maeve be super cool and Lee be a shiftless coward.
When Maeve is reunited with Hector later and he asks why she’s keeping Lee alive, it’s a legit question, the unspoken answer is that his knowledge of the park will be valuable in the search for Maeve’s daughter. But the obvious answer is comedy. Lee’s incompetent-puppetmaster schtick has not always worn well, but with the right scene partners it plays. Thandie Newton is the ultimate “Westworld” scene partner, upping the game of whomever she’s with. It helps that unlike Wright and Wood, she is rarely saddled with thematic exposition. Maeve, ever since her awakening began last season, is the most important character allowed to be fun to watch. Bonus points: the quest for her daughter promises to be the most interesting thread of this season, and the only one with a shred of redemption for anyone involved. It could feel a tad maudlin in another show, but in this one it feels like a necessary respite from all the stable-boy killing and robot scalping.
This episode being a Bernard-centric affair, we end with him, headed with the Delos army into Sweetwater to survey the damage and discover Ford, his eye socket crawling with maggots, along with a bunch of other corpses. There’s another dune buggy ride, and a robot tiger that doesn’t feel quite as impactful as it should. But when the search party comes upon an unexpected sea in the middle of the park, the effect is the desired one. Something massive happened, and Bernard was responsible. Season two will be at least in part about unwinding that.
But the discovery of Teddy in the water with all the other drowned hosts was as underwhelming as the stable boy’s killing. We’ve seen these hosts die countless times, and its entirely likely that their white plastic brains are sitting there intact, waiting to be rescued be Dolores or Maeve or whoever else might be leading the revolution.
Some more thoughts:
• Is that vulture in Sweetwater really eating a guest? If so, they should shoot that vulture.
• MiB William felt pretty non-essential this episode. His story needs some stakes added, pronto.
• The days of watching the female characters of “Westworld” spend so much of their time being assaulted appear to be at an end. Dolores and Maeve are rarely seen without guns in this episode. But the way the show handled violence against women in season one remains problematic, and I’m not sure whether there are enough shots in the world of Thandie Newton firing a machine gun to make up for it.
• Wait, has no one who works at Delos ever seen a photograph of Arnold?
• “Park six.”