WandaVision on Disney+ Hotstar Premium is TV’s latest diversion from the pandemic — and its best metaphor – Entertainment News , Firstpost

Even allowing for the pop culture invincibility of anything Marvel, Disney+’s WandaVision is an odd sort of superhero show to become a phenomenon. Why, of all the comic-book premises, would America in 2021 be captivated by a story about someone escaping inside classic TV as a refuge from trauma?

Maybe, in part, because that’s where we live. When WandaVision releases its finale on 5 March on Disney+ Hotstar, it will have been roughly a year since the pandemic suspended our lives’ usual programming. For longer than even the most tube-addicted would care for, we have spent our days — not unlike the denizens of Westview, New Jersey — inside television.

In early 2021, a streaming series about television as both escape and prison is practically a documentary.

WandaVision, a pleasantly weird ornament on the narrative megalith of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, is TV’s latest diversion from the pandemic and perhaps its best metaphor.

It is also a meta feast for pop culture scrutinisers, a mashup of two American mass-culture mythologies. It smushes the chocolate of superherodom into the peanut butter of feel-good sitcoms, making for two great empty-calorie tastes that, together, add up to a balanced meal.

The series opens with Wanda Maximoff (Elizabeth Olsen), aka the Avengers’ Scarlet Witch, keeping house with the cyberbeing Vision (Paul Bettany) in what appears to be a spot-on black-and-white rendition of a 1950s domestic sitcom, complete with a scrunched 4:3 aspect ratio, canned laughs and a zany dinner-with-the-boss storyline.

Wanda’s particular predicament, hiding her magical powers from her ordinary neighbours, seems more the stuff of a 1960s fabulist comedy, a la Bewitched. And in Episode 2, that’s just what WandaVision becomes, with no explanation, but with a gathering sense that not all is right in this made-for-TV world.

A still from WandaVision

How WandaVision reveals what it really is, week by week and decade by decade, is the show’s biggest surprise. So I’m going to assume that, if you care about spoilers, you will have stopped reading by now.

If not: Wanda and Vision’s sitcom bliss is indeed an illusion. Vision is dead (as dead as an android can be), killed in an earlier Avengers movie. Westview, their stage set, is a real town, its reality magically warped and its residents mind-wiped to maintain a fantasy of prime-time domesticity — down to a pair of twin boys, who are born and grow in time-lapse TV fashion.

That’s the thumbnail. I am not enough of a Marvel superfan to give you the full thumb, though I am told that for aficionados, there are Easter eggs and references aplenty. The correct amount of prior knowledge to enjoy WandaVision, it seems, is either a comics library’s worth or almost nothing.

The early read on WandaVision was “sitcom parody.” It’s not very groundbreaking as that, since spoofs of sitcom clichés — on Saturday Night Live, In Living Color, Mad TV — have been around so long that they’re clichés in themselves. (The Brady Bunch alone, the target of the third episode, went through its own self-ironizing cycles, complete with a parody movie, a solid generation ago.)

Fortunately, WandaVision is more than parody. It excels first as bittersweet romance and second as horror, playing off our dual relationship with family sitcoms: that we return to them as a place of familiarity and comfort, even as we know that they’re uncanny and false.

Wanda stays one step of her anguished reality by trying on different versions of meticulously scripted happiness — in a prime-time genre, the family sitcom, that made women central since TV’s earliest days.

Olsen is a comic chameleon in the role. Her I Love Lucy-era housewife is a glowing orb of screwball energy; in a Modern Family-like mockumentary, she seems possessed by the spirit of Julie Bowen. Bettany is more of an odd fit — he’s two TV conventions in one, the straight man and the secret alien — but plays both aspects of the role gamely while selling Vision’s slowly dawning unease.

The show’s engine, though, is Kathryn Hahn as Agnes, the couple’s nosy neighbour throughout the decades who is revealed in Episode 7 to be Agatha Harkness, an ancient mystic and the true force behind Westview’s transformation into a rolling sitcom tribute. Hahn revels in every part of the role, morphing from plaid-skirted busybody to bawdy Jazzercise queen to cackling Disney villain.

It’s the perfect disguise. What, after all, is a sitcom wacky neighbour but the id of the show, its chaos agent? She is the one who can be snarky where it is sweet, libidinous where it is chaste, expressive where it is repressed. She is the perpetrator of the sitcom’s inside job, the surrogate through which we can acknowledge its overperfection while still enjoying it.

Seven episodes in, I don’t know any better than you do where WandaVision will end. But the larger MCU’s imperatives loom in the background like a battleship-grey helicarrier. Somehow, one suspects, the bubble must be pierced, the relentless normal of the Marvel-verse must be reset for the next airdrop of content.

But WandaVision has been fun while it’s lasted, turning what could have been a one-joke spoof into something both chilling and relatable. How many of us, spending the past year in our own bubbles, beat a retreat to the virtual comforts of Stars Hollow or Dunder Mifflin? Out there, in the real world, things are sad and cold and wrong. Inside the four corners of the screen, we’re home again.

James Poniewozik c.2021 The New York Times Company