Torchwood - Season 2

Torchwood. We watch over a rift in time and space through the middle of Cardiff. We capture and study alien technologies. We also like having sex with people.

The second season of this wacky ass show doesn't do a lot that the first didn't. There's still people who have been sent through time and Weevils (Aliens who have come through the rift and live in the sewers) and not a whole lot of variety or ambition in the stories. It's kind of odd, because they have more freedom with adult content than parent series Doctor Who, but practically none of the freedom with actual story ideas. There are some interesting guests though, with a stint by Freema Agyeman reprising the Martha Jones role and James Marsters of Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer fame playing a fellow time agent every bit as pansexual and insane as Jack was before he spent a century and a half stuck on Earth. There's a somewhat interesting plot involving a cast member living in a state of death, although I'm not sure they really took it to its rightful conclusion. I thought the finale was weak, mostly because the villain was such a whiny turd who earned almost none of his constant hate for everything. The ending is surprisingly far-reaching in its effects on the show though, resulting in a seemingly very different third season. It's really not that good, but it's not a waste of time either.