Carter crosses paths with the Howling Commandos. Review by Brandon Wolfe Agent Carter started so strong. After so many comic-book-derived shows presently on the air have proved to be stodgy chores, this one came out of the gate feeling alive and vibrant, with a lead character that was easy to get behind. Yet in the last couple of airings, the show has lost the zip that initially seemed to set it apart from its contemporaries. It’s becoming yet another snore-inducer in a TV subgenre that should never contain anything of the sort, yet seems filled with nothing but. After turning her back on Stark and Jarvis, Carter immerses herself back into her work, which immediately sucks her back into the same damn caper. The mysterious self-typing typewriter has hammered out a message in code and Carter is the only one able to interpret it, a remarkable feat that the men in the office give her astonishingly little credit for. The message reveals map coordinates and a drop date for a Levia