I liked Heroes well enough. The first season had its charm as it positioned itself as a sort of X-Files for superheroes. Memorable characters and interesting reveals kept things moving along briskly until later seasons drove the jetpack into the dirt. It was all kinds of stinky and who-cares by the time the Carnival of Evil met its fate, and nobody was sorry to see the show get cancelled.

And then it came back, just a few years later, and somehow we weren’t wary enough. I was cautiously optimistic after watching the season opener of Heroes Reborn, partly because of its emphasis on Jack Coleman’s iconic Noah Bennet/HRG character and partly because I am a dupe and a fool. Offensively stupid plotting and amateurish acting couldn’t make up for impressive effects and fight choreography. And the dialogue…good god, who do they think we are? It’s like they took the dumbest lines they could imagine and then ran them through Google Translate a few times. Yeesh.

Yet I keep watching. Not as penance (though I deserve it), but as a witness to what I hope is the death rattle of the pre-Jessica Jones era. I have to believe that genre TV is getting forced out of its complacency by shows with interesting characters, believable plots and dialogue, compelling design, and a general commitment to trusting their viewers’ intelligence. We may look back on 2015-6 as the dawn of a nerdy golden age, as long as we never have to deal with Heroes Renewed.