Where all else falter, “FBoy Island” delivers. Season 2 started strong, with three impeccably cast leads — all of them charming, beautiful, and completely up to the task of handling male shenanigans — sorting through an outrageous cast of peacocking fboys and soft-spoken nice guys. The last two episodes, from the Mansplain to the final decision night, stuck the landing.
They stuck the landing so well that it’s hard not to wonder how much producers shaped the narrative we see. Without spoiling the season (though we will do so enthusiastically in the actual episode, so be warned), both seasons offered different but entirely satisfying final twists; taking the show as a whole, there’s a palpable narrative arc. It’s so tight, so adept at giving us a new shock, a new but similarly cathartic climax, that it almost feels scripted. Then again, much can probably be accomplished with excellent casting, sharp editing…
