Embarking on a new TV show is like dating someone new. Thereās got to be some level of attraction to get the relationship off the groundāsome sort of visual, intellectual, or emotional appeal. You have to be invested in what happens next, whether itās a plot twist or sleeping over for the first time. The question is whether your investment pays off. Will the two of you come in hot, then cool into something more manageable, but less fiery (Mr. Robot)? Will your new beau be a cold, good-looking dud with nothing more to offer than sexual scars (Westworld)? Or will this be that rarest of things, the one where you go the distance, where every week is better than the one before, where eventually you canāt imagine your life without it?
The first few episodes of Legion feel like a fresh, strongly promising relationship. Itās based on an X-Men character, which triggers all sorts of preconceived notions, but the guy guiding the ship is Noah Hawley, who turned the Coen Brothersā Fargo into a richly layered, sustainable world for television. If anyoneās going to turn a Marvel character on his ear, itās Hawley.
Iām hesitant to tell you what Legionās deal is. The less you know, the better. Iām three episodes in, and only a few pieces of the puzzle are connected so far: The main character, David Haller (Downton Abbeyās Dan Stevens), has a combination of telepathic and telekinetic powers, but heās hounded by visions, often terrifying ones. The people keeping him under watch at the Clockworks Psychiatric Hospital think heās schizophrenic. But he comes into contact with some people who know more about this whole being-a-mutant thing, and their leader, Melanie Bird (Jean Smart), suspects Davidās perfectly healthy. Davidās not so sure.
The first episode of Legion is a sprawling, tumultuous piece of filmmakingāone of the most exciting pilots Iāve seen. Itās also one of the most confusing: Hawley unfolds events in chronological switchbacks, with stream-of-consciousness and experimental filmmaking techniques. On a plot level, the storyāalready thick with hallucinationsāis nearly illegible.
But Hawley finds Legionās emotional throughline from the first frames, which depict Davidās childhood in a series of vivid, economic tableaux. From then on, we experience Legion intuitively rather than rationally. The pull is so strong that every time you think, āWait, what the fuāā Hawleyās already wrenched you forward into the next scene. The visual palette, too, is more intuitive than logical, utilizing the same oranges and blues from the French and English films of the ā60s that inspired Wes Anderson.
Itās all giddy, good fun. And yet Iām a little trepidatious about Legion. Perhaps thatās simply the nature of the show, which seems to be telling an emotional story about mental wellness against a backdrop of metaphysics. It might be almost too good, at least at the outsetāwhere can it possibly go from here? And its tricksy habit of playing its cards close to the vest could easily wear thin after a few more episodes.
But there are signs of real promise: Stevens is exceptionalāwarm and pathetic and, occasionally, scary. Heās matched by an incredible Rachel Keller as Davidās girlfriend, Syd Barrett (the show is full of Pink Floyd references). Sydās own powers, which I wonāt spoil, make their relationship, uh, unconventional, and while Iām oddly stressed out about their future as a couple, the emotional space they share right now is riveting.
All told, watching Legionāat least at this early stageāis infatuating. I donāt know if it will be the healthiest relationship in the long run. Honestly, I donāt really even see how it can continue at this rate. But Iām ready to make a commitment, and even if it all crashes and burns in the end, Iām hooked. Crap.