'Bridgerton' season 2 fails to bring sexy back

"Three's Company" lost its zing with the departure of Suzanne Somers. "Charlie's Angels" was never the same after Farrah Fawcett left. "Bridgerton" may be facing the same dilemma.

The period drama, which debuted on Christmas Day in 2020, became one of the most popular series in Netflix history thanks largely to the presence of Regé-Jean Page. He rocked so hard in the role of the Duke of Hastings that the relatively unknown actor ended up hosting "Saturday Night Live" just two months later.

Sorry, Paul Rudd. Page was named 2021's Sexiest Man Alive.

But in Season 2's eight new episodes, all available Friday, the Duke is nowhere to be found. His love interest, Daphne Bridgerton (Phoebe Dynevor), is so inconsequential that she might as well be hanging around just to serve tea.

The main character this time is Daphne's oldest brother Anthony (Jonathan Bailey), who approaches searching for a wife like it's his turn to clean the outhouse. Like many suitors in Regency-era London (1811-20), he's more concerned about a potential mate's child-bearing hips than her brains.

He finally narrows his prospects to Edwina (Charithra Chandran), a character so bubbly she'll remind you of Cameron Diaz in "My Best Friend's Wedding." When Anthony fetches her lemonade and asks her for a second dance at the queen's version of the Met Gala, it's practically a proposal.

But Anthony can't stop obsessing over Edwina's stubborn sister Kate (Simone Ashley). There's something about the way she whistles at horse races and sends his ball flying during a heated round of croquet that makes his heart skip a beat.

This is escapism TV, a world where racial discrimination doesn't exist and chamber quartets swap Beethoven out for Madonna. Almost every character has at least a teensy fortune; it's all upstairs, no downstairs.

What's missing are the sparks.

It's not the actors' fault. The entire cast is drop-dead gorgeous, particularly Ashley, a statuesque, fierce presence who commands your attention. If Gal Gadot ever decides to retire as Wonder Woman, Ashley would be a fine replacement.

Bailey has his moments. The scene in which he falls into a lake, causing his white shirt to cling to his Adonis figure, will have more than one fan pressing the remote control's repeat button.

But you can't help but keep thinking that the two new leads are understudies trying in vain to repeat last season's magic. You can practically taste the writers' desperation in wanting to repackage an old gift. One side plot involving a sibling's quest to become an erotic painter, seems like an excuse to justify a flash of bare tush and breasts.

Some of the old "Bridgerton" tricks still work. Julie Andrews remains a hoot as the show's narrator, delivering her saucy lines with the zest of a phone-sex operator working on commission. You'll continue to root for Penelope (Nicola Coughlan), the underappreciated socialite who is secretly driving the queen up the castle walls with her 19th-century version of TMZ.

But the second season's greatest draw is fairly new. Eloise Bridgerton (Claudia Jessie) was around last year, but we now get to learn more about her rebellious character, who always looks like she's dying to get out of her corset and change into jeans and a T-shirt.

In the series most hilarious scene, she stiffens when a potential suitor asks her for a dance.

"May I have the honor?" he asks.

"Of what," she responds with the perfect blend of bewilderment and bravado.