You’ve got two options, and sadly, they’re both thoroughly clichéd. On one hand you’ve got the easy way where I quick and succinctly sum up season 2 of Psych in one sentence and leave it at that. Or, you can point wildly at the other hand and jump up and down ’till I unleash its wordy content unto this poor, and hitherto innocent world.

Since this blog isn’t a democracy (it’s actually a robocracy ruled by the Supreme Dark A. I. of All Slightly Apocalyptic Things, yours unruly) it kind of renders the whole “choose your poison” stuff a bit obsolete. Sorry for giving you false hope; there’s now way in hell that I’m writing a normal sized review of this particular season. Why?

Because I’ve already done just that. You can read it here. Do you recognize it? Yup, it’s the review of the first season, and it says everything there is to say about the second season.

The show is still very entertaining and it’s not growing stale because of the vast amount of angles “being psychic” grants. They even managed to make the answer to the puzzle a little harder to guess by upping the interest of the the main characters love problem with the female detective, thus removing Shawn’s lack of objectivity (to a degree). However, the fact that there’s been absolutely no development in ANY area of the show since the pilot episode is really frustrating. You’d think they’d be able to include at least one single plot line after making 30-40 episodes of a series, but sadly, no such luck.

So, season 2 of “Psych”? It’s exactly like season 1 in every way imaginable. And that’s good in some ways since it means that it’s still a good show, but for the most part I found it to be a bit of a let-down. It’s like I’ve gone to kindergarten and looked at all the shiny toys and joked around with the other kids for a time. Now it’s time to grow up a little and have a pass at the first grade, maybe even do some homework that’s not due for a couple of days.

Let’s hope season 3 takes us a step upwards on the educational ladder.

6,5 /10