". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Friday, March 9, 2018

Jessica Jones, Season 2 -- 4 Episodes In -- + Cooba

     . . . . Yesterday was the mad vortex that inevitably envelops the household the day prior to flying off to Cuba.

As this time  I am staying home I had nothing to do contribute, beyond decent food and reminders of what should not be left behind, and finding what has been lost or misplaced. I stayed out of the way of el V and B's whirlwinding unannounced and constant in and outs of the apartment, as they collected ever more good to to take to Havana such as adult diapers, an audio and cam recorder, hard drives, and the containers in which to carry all the goods.  One cannot bring any electronics etc. into Cuba in their own boxes, because it will be assumed they are brought in to be sold on the black market and confiscated.  So such things must appear to be part of one's personal luggage.  This is a huge job of packing in itself.

Love Jones's jeans and the whole outfit.  So practical.  Why yes, Jones can fight in such clothes.  Since she does so much climbing, leaping, throwing about of massively heavy objects and fighting, this is superimportant and supersmart. For what can only be sexist reasons a lot of male reviewers object to the way Jones dresses, and feel superentitled to complain about it in public, just like the a-holes who even now will occasionally be found admonishing women for making themselves uunattractive by wearing sensible shoes on the NY Times op pages

     . . . So.  The best way to dispose myself while providing dinner, cleaning up and before bed was to begin the new season of Jessica Jones, which went up on Netflix yesterday, as part of observing International Woman's Day.  This made sense since almost all the episodes were written and directed by women this time around.

I didn't want to stop watching, I liked it so much. I liked much more than the first season's opening episodes, not least because of what the reviewers seem to be complaining about, particularly the lack of a Super supervillain, and particularly the absence of Killgrave. And Jones's clothes, particularly her jeans and boots

So many of these favored writers complained about the episodes being "flabby", unfocused, lacking any real Big Bad, no action, blahblahblah.  I disagree wholly.  I am fascinated as the episodes dig into Jessica and Company's condition since season 1, their so-called mundane challenges.  But even for Super Sorts, threat of losing one's apartment, revelation that one is sentenced with a mortal health condition, loneliness, the knowledge that one is 'different' and disliked, even hated for it by society at large, even paying the gddamned rent, and the constant struggle with the traumas visited on body and soul in the past, and the deeds one has committed oneself that whether or not justified, were terrible and wrong -- these are far more real opponents than yet another Super Other.

And Jessica and / or her cohorts have all these on their shoulders like a ton of steel I-beams. It shows in all their faces, particularly Jessica's.  She's worn looking, fatigued from the endless struggle which seems to be going nowhere.

This watcher is admiring of this approach to a Super series that so much is established and so quickly.  And deeply interested in how all of the people I am seeing on screen handle everything as the series continues.

What this watcher is not, is bored!

In the meantime el V, after having felt rotten for two days, is feeling splendid and thrilled to have (already!) landing in sunny Havana, into daytime temperatures in the 80's.

No comments: