TV Series Review
Sam and Dean Winchester are (still) on a mission from God—or so they think.
At the time of the writing of this updated review, the two brothers have been hunting devils, demons and all manner of preternatural beasties for a solid 11 seasons—a near eternity in television terms. Because in this CW world, demons will always lurk behind every bush, always be on the lookout to corrupt more souls and destroy more worlds and just make everything a literal living hell.
That's where Sam and Dean fit in. They're apparently the only two humanoids standing between Earth and the fiery circles of Hades. They're almost like heaven's human hit men, dealing with terra firma's muck and grime so the angels don't have to sully themselves. It ultimately doesn't help much, though. Sure, God's minions are generally the good guys. But sometimes we see indications that those who reside in the heavenly realm are just as petty and duplicitous as the folks down here, prone to jealousy and anger and not above triggering the occasional celestial civil war. And Sam and Dean (using every last bit of the knowledge they gleaned from modeling school) sometimes have to give these almighty beings a bit of a talking to. You know, to straighten out their priorities.
Not that Sam and Dean are all that great themselves with issues of peacefulness or morality. They hardly ever keep their language in check, and they sometimes one or the other of them gets into a sexual situation. Blood spatters like rain in Seattle. Heads roll like bowling balls on the PBA tour. While the show is self-aware and campy enough to make all the blood feel a little less … bloody, it's still there, in greater quantities than you'd see in a shocking old Hammer horror film.
Supernatural has its merits. Strip away the theological mumbo jumbo, and you have a middling good-vs.-evil conflict in which these two bros are week after week asked to save the world and each other. There are some nice messages about family and self-sacrifice and how demons—no matter how nice they may seem—shouldn't be trusted.
But you just can't cleanly strip away the spiritual gunk in Supernatural. It's been pretty obvious for years now that this series is about as sacredly sound as The Walking Dead, doing for theology what Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter does for presidential history.