Warning: Though my title reflects an overdose of euphoria for The Umbrella Academy. Kicking most of Marvel's big screen cans; save for Logan, Black Panther, & Avengers: Infinity War & a few more. The best parts of "Umbrella" deal with pulling the series' characters apart. Not merely for cinematic coitus akin to the esoteric nuances of sadomasochistic pain & pleasure; savory, salty, sweet & CGI-umami. But because the fundamental trait of a really well defined super hero & by extension his or her movie, is the gargantuan flaws they poses in that still-human-part of them that makes them essentially but begrudgingly, terrestrial and of the Earth.

But before the-big-bang wherein Number 1 plays such a crucial role. We accordingly start the character vivisections with Number 2. Because Number 1 would be too-on-the-nose as his stereotype will reflect. Especially regarding the season ending cliffhanger. Number 2 is exactly that; the second-banana in this septet. But while all seven take the middle-child-syndrome to lofty heights of atypically hyper-teenage loathing . Number 2 aka Diego is the king of that middle-child psychodrama of all things defined by resentment. Wanting to lead & having the skills of a captain or point man. But falling short due to an overwhelming arrogance, as though an entity unto itself, that trips-the-(theoretical)-wire before he has a chance to defuse the proverbial bomb. Add to that the Latino stereotype of his special skill with knives and we've just begun to cut through the seven triangle pieces of Umbrella.

The next of which again out of sequence is Number 6 or Ben; who is like one of those translucent panes of plastic in a modernist see-through, ironic parasol. Which is similar to being Asian in real life. In that "we" seem to be invisible like a plastic umbrella as well as the fifth-wheel in a love triangle, duet, or buddy-flick. But despite Ben's affliction like art imitating life; because Ben is a ghost. He can still do that Asian Kung Fu thing that sets him apart...from not looking like Lucy Liu. Hollywood's go-to Asian with or without a uterus. Especially when he turns into a giant Octopus Tako with tentacles cracking skulls ala Master of the Flying Guillotine. Who was deadly...and blind.

Speaking of which, Number 3 Alison while being quite a stunner to behold. Her role in the tragedies that befall the magnificent seven are both subtly & sharply simultaneously compelling. With her super power that commands one to her will by the whisper of her voice. She pushed the metaphoric second domino. After their sadistic surrogate jailer (slash) father's authoritarianist cosmopolitanism and familial hegemony. Aiding & abetting the setting in motion of the cataclysm initiated after their known & deeply unknown loss of innocence. As Alison steals from her sister her memories. Foreshadowing a series of events that "speak" to the suppression & subjugation of one's voice & identity that scars them for life. Which is one of the hallmark motifs for those ubiquitous adventure-fantasy-comic catharses in every good Super Hero tale...

...and just like every book of comics I leave you at the literary mid-angst-precipice looking down into a cloudy haze; wondering whatever it is you wonder on the edge of a cliff...The warden's calling...