My review of The Pitt Season Two premiere — with spoilers — coming up just as soon as my safe word is "hula hoop"...
Alan Sepinwall
The Pitt (which HBO Max just renewed for a third season) isn't a show designed to reinvent the wheel every season. It has a very specific structure, and a specific setting. Though it has a lot of ER DNA, the format here means we're never going to get The Pitt version of Doug Ross rescuing a boy who drowned in a sewer, or Peter Benton working at a rural clinic in Mississippi for an episode. Heck, Season One barely even showed other parts of the hospital besides the ED and its immediate environs. The only times we went to other interiors of the building, I believe, were Whitaker and Javadi approaching the helipad and Santos finding Whitaker squatting in a room on the unused wing. The series has one thing it does, in one location, and that's it.
So it shouldn't be a surprise that Season Two begins more or less as Season One did. This time, Robby is riding to the hospital on his stupid midlife crisis motorcycle, sans helmet, rather than walking and listening to music. And there are some changes to the PTMC staff. But for the most part, The Pitt is still The Pitt.
And thank God for that.