Quick Rundown:
- Favorite Theme Song: The 70s one (“We’ve Got Somethin’ Cookin”)
- Favorite Wanda period outfit: That ravishing 50s dinner outfit
- Favorite Vision period outfit: Any look with a suit, so 50s and 80s, but I’m a huge fan of the 70s hair
- Favorite Agnes/Agatha Harkness outfit: the 17th century gown in the Salem execution flashback, sorry that trumps all her other looks
- Favorite Themed Episode: 90s Halloween
- Favorite Commercial Break: The 1960s James Bond-esque Strucker Watch ad
Just over a year ago, Marvel launched its first miniseries on DisneyPlus. It was a doozy, and I mean that in the best way possible. It’s a parody of the last-half century of popular TV shows (that I haven’t actually watched). It’s suspense. It’s horror. It’s domestic comedy. It’s magic. It’s mystery. It’s Wanda Maximoff in all her crimson glory. And it ends with an epic showdown between witches and government agents. But most importantly, it is a love story about an emotionally damaged, over-powered superheroine and her vibranium synthezoid lover. I loved it the first time, and when I re-watched it last month I loved it even more. This is WandaVision. Wanda + Vision.
Wanda and Vision’s Backstory
I want to begin with a short tribute to the two showrunners.
Wanda Maximoff, the Girl from Sokovia
Wanda Maximoff is, like, my girl. It’s been that way ever since the fall of 2014 when the set photos for Avengers: Age of Ultron first appeared…and I don’t believe that it is an accident that I found the perfect jacket and boots at the local thrift store shortly after.
Her Age of Ultron ensemble was my first real cosplay and my go-to costume for about three years. I’ve written a novel’s worth of fanfiction about her. The actress who plays her is an Elizabeth.
Not to mention she’s relatable: she is in her twenties when she first appears in the MCU, so I feel like I went through early adulthood with her. She has terrifying superpowers but she is also VERY insecure and struggles with so much self-doubt and guilt. Me being on the autism spectrum is kind of like having superpowers, social stigmas included, and there’s also the accompanying anxiety and depression disorders (and if autism is in any way genetic, in the comics Wanda is a Mutant for frick’s sake).
I haven’t survived physical trauma or warfare or even suffered the death of a close loved one. But I have experienced losses and pains of other kinds. The plot of WandaVision revolving around the result of her breaking down under the weight of that grief is all too understandable to me. And her getting to be genuinely happy for like five minutes during the series is a blessing. I’ll bet I’m not the only Marvel fan who feels that way.
Even though Wanda was a supporting character in Age of Ultron, Captain America: Civil War, and Avengers: Infinity War, she was as important to me as any of the “main” characters. For Civil War in particular, her characterization felt like a continuation of the fanfiction I had already written. I know her so well it’s scary even to me.
Vision, the Synthezoid Demigod
Vision, on the other hand, has always been a little bland and boring to me. Partly because he was so morally pure.
But something weird happened while I was writing fanfiction about Wanda’s life post-AoU. Vision didn’t just appear as a character: he became her friend not just out of moral duty or programming but because he was also new to being an Avenger and new to living, as much as Wanda was new to living in America and adjusting to life after the death of her brother. And in two separate fics Vision tells her things that ended up speaking to ME.
“When a creatures lives, it has the potential to do good in the world, to make it a more beautiful and wonderful place. You must see the good. Believe in it.”
Vision, “I Didn’t Say it Was the End”
See also “Miss Maximoff”
I didn’t write that, I just did the typing, I was so into the fanfiction story I was telling that I heard him speak. And in those moments, I discovered wisdom that I desperately needed myself.
It might be an exaggeration to say that Vision saved my life, but it wouldn’t be a lie either.
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