When The 100 premiered at midseason last year, it was a blip on the radar of most TV fans (myself included). And throughout most of its debut season, it's hard to argue it should have been anything more, despite an intriguing premise about a group of teenagers, raised in space, who are sent back down to attempt to survive on an Earth that has been thought to be uninhabitable. There's an admirable intensity to some of those early episodes ("Earth Kills" providing the first real sign of things to come), but the show's potential to be network television's answer to Battlestar Galactica was often undermined by elements undermining that potential: among them the addition of various moments of teen angst and a DOA love triangle to what was an otherwise stark survival tale. (To be clear: teen angst and love triangles rock. Plenty of shows do these things well. But it soon became clear that The 100 was not one of them.) Catching up between season one and season two, I almost jumped ship midway through. So fair warning to anyone planning on marathoning the show over the summer: there are patches early on where you may wonder how I can call this my favorite network drama of the 2014-15 TV season, and one of my five favorite shows of the season period. But that is exactly what it has become, and it deserves to be a blip no longer.
Relatively vague spoilers for season two (which airs its penultimate episode Wednesday) follow, but I will not go into deeply specific detail about any key plot points, so those who are not yet fans of one of the best science-fiction shows in years can read and decide whether or not it's worth their time.
Note: it is. It really is.