Pacific Rim: The Black is a bleaker take on the franchise, and all the better for it

A vague, hollow hopelessness is palpable in Pacific Rim: The Black’s early going. It underpins everything, especially in the first two episodes: the wide, empty expanse of dead fields and arid canyons; the dilapidated buildings and cars across ruined urban landscapes; the sparse color palette and haunting score that background it all. That hopelessness is best expressed through the interactions between Hayley and Taylor, the two siblings who respond to the dire reality and developing failures in honest, painful ways. Hayley’s more gung-ho, determining spirit is sapped immediately as she blames herself for an early-going disaster within the community, an event that transforms Travis’ initial reluctance to break from the status quo into a a more active resolution to find a way forward. These feelings, constantly in flux over the course of these three episodes, are portrayed in ways that feel earnest and nuanced ways, even if they represent familiar anime tropes: elaborate dream sequences, flashy shouting matches, haze-filled flashbacks. They’re all done well, though, and never overtake the most effective choice: the small, personal, one-on-one moments where the two siblings just talk and connect over their shared trauma and need for one another.

Even the Travis siblings’ discovery of the last Jaeger comes across as a fleeting victory. Named Atlas Destroyer, its AI is a blunt, honest computer called Loa (Erica Lindbeck) that adds a soft layer of humor to the situation, but the reality is that it’s a weaponless mech with little power and little tech to actually fight off encroaching kaiju. Hayley has no idea how to drift or pilot the thing, and Taylor only passed a written pilot exam. The Jaeger is less a cool, ass-kicking battle machine and more of a shell of protection, and a mobile setting for reflecting on the past, present, and future. Pacific Rim: The Black spends a lot of time pushing back on the films’ frenetic use of explosions, battles, colors, and destruction for something richer, darker, and emotionally draining. (There are cool, ground-shattering monster/mech fights, and they look great and dynamic, but don’t seem to be the emphasis of this show.) Lives are lost, society is gone. What to do from there is the central question.

Yet it’s at the end of the second episode, and most of the third, where that question starts to take a backseat for less interesting mysteries, threatening to become more of a generic, multi-layered sci-fi conspiracy thriller. A surprising discovery in a P.P.D.C. laboratory, for example, ends up distracting from the raw interplay between the Taylor and Hayley; the much bigger creature lurking about the ruined city is pretty recognizable but is clearly meant to set up more (uninteresting) questions. By the end of the third episode, the siblings are caught up in some kind of black market, paramilitary refugee camp that’s warring with another unseen one—by the time someone brings up the ominous “Sisters,” Pacific Rim: The Black becomes less an anime version of The Leftovers and more like a subplot from a Metal Gear Solid game. Even the mysterious “Black” from the first episode takes on a more epic, enigmatic tinge.

Perhaps the revelations and discoveries in future episodes will make sense and open up brand new characters and storylines that will bring more to the exploration of what it means to fight for survival when all seems lost. That may be an old saw, both in the West (the endless Walking Deads) and in the East (Attack On Titan), but Pacific Rim: The Black’s emphasis on its brother and sister leads provides a specific point of view that’s deeply, earnestly engaging. There’s a danger that its forays into Lost-esque mysteries will derail from this, but hopefully it won’t stray too far from its strength, which is, surprisingly enough, hopelessness.