Doom is back, and just as haughty and egomaniacal as ever, seeking vengeance on Hulk for putting the beat-down on him 30 years ago (for what Doom did to him, natch). Ah, good ol' Victor. He's seen better days. All he wants is what is rightfully his. And yet, what is he really after? And what is this soft spot he has for his goddaughter Valeria, child of his lifelong enemy Reed Richards, whose heart-rending demise, along with the entire Fantastic Four, he orchestrated way back then?
While I enjoyed Dylan Baker's put-upon, grumpy Old Man Doom (especially drunk Doom) to no end, the writing in this penultimate installment of the storied Wastelanders series fell flat for me, and I almost rage quit in the ninth episode. Unimaginative boss fights, predictable escalations, so many senseless deaths, and missed opportunities. In particular, so much more could've been done with Jennifer Walters; what Waid did with She-Hulk is an insult to her history.
Other misses: The whole subplot with Johnny goes nowhere, changes nothing. Valeria's tortured rationalizations for continuing to help Doom are cringeworthy. Even Cora's arc, which you knew was going to set up the final season, suffers from an inexplicable, unmotivated, apocalyptic finale, which again accomplishes nothing. And gone is Doom's evil genius: all he seems to have left are a few cantrips, monologues, and betrayals. "How far the mighty have fallen" doesn't begin to describe it.
Looking forward to the last season, when our heroes assemble, and fix this timeline. Or not. This season had its moments, but was a disappointment.