I thought season 2 of Marvel’s Jessica Jones was supremely awful. I honestly couldn’t tell what skeeved me out more. Was it the toxic feminism that caked every cover and orifice with its foul stench? Was it the ham-fisted virtue-signaling (we have brown people y’all!)? Was it that vomit-inducing #metoo storyline with Trish? How about Trish period, if anvils fell out of the sky in real life this character would be in front of the line to receive one. How about the mother/daughter escapades? Nothing says chilly villain like dear Ole’ Mom. I kept looking around expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out from the past and say I was being punked.
What the hell is Marvel doing with these shows?
Well, I think I know the answer, and it isn’t going to bring those of us right-of-center any comfort. No, they have chosen to go down the same disastrous path the comic book division did and go full-blown commie-loving, identity politics-practicing, intersectionality-obsessed SJW. The show completely gave up the notion of being compelling. Instead it decided to focus on filtering out it’s vile propaganda at every moment possible. Men suck. Wait, correction on that…WHITE men suck. Woman rock. Brown people rock. Gay people rock. Did we mention that White men suck? Wash and repeat Ad nauseam. I said it before and I’ll say it again, the best thing about the show was Kristen Ritter’s ass…and that isn’t worth me sitting through another season of this dreck.
No way. No how.
But yes, Netflix has greenlit a third season of the puckered-face private eye. I’m not even going to dignify her with the moniker of ‘super-hero’ because there is nothing super about Jessica Jones or her show. Melissa watch-me-fly-this-plane-into-the-ground is still the showrunner and all the dead weight side-characters played by Rachel Taylor, Carrie-Anne (Ugh, I just threw up a little in my mouth thinking about that lesbian foursome) Moss, and Eka Darville are coming back to hack up the scenery. Yay.
Not returning for season three? Me.
Hasta la vista, Baby.