I hope this upcoming anime movie being written by Butch Gen treats season 2 the same way shounen franchises treat its steps into theatrical movies. They introduce a bunch of characters for that movie and that movie alone, they all either die or leave over the course of the movie, and then nobody speaks of them ever again. Everyone acts like all of that never happened. Because that’s what I’m going to do with Psycho Pass Season 2.
There was a moment in this episode where Sibyl purged a bunch of its brains in order to drag its Psycho Pass down to an acceptable level that I thought this season was actually going to say something quite profound. What it did was basically treat itself like it treats the whole of society. If the whole of society has too high a psycho pass, all you need to do is purge the parts where it’s too high and you’ll be OK again. In doing so it completely negates Kamui’s attempts to shoot it and ultimately makes his whole plan worthless because it left society in exactly the same place.
Instead of realising you have a problem, you just sweep the less savoury parts out of sight, like you’re a diligent rose bush trimmer. Or a government putting on a show to the rest of the world during a giant sporting event and hiding all the anti-government graffiti and slums. Yeah our society has problems but we can just get rid of that part and voila problem solved! An actually interesting message to come out of all this junk. Maybe season 2 won’t be worthless after all.
But nope. That wasn’t the message at all. Instead it was something about trying to achieve a collective hue that makes no sense in the context of anything that happened in the show. Throw in a dude with a serious Oedipus complex and comicly evil tendencies, a drugged up ex police officer with a crossbow and some grandstanding speeches that ultimately solved nothing and you have the ending to Psycho Pass Season 2. For as much shit as various people have given her over the course of the show, at the end it’s Mika I find myself connecting to most of all. She, like me, sits in a corner with a blank look on her face and tries to forget that any of this ever happened.