The girls of Litchfield Correctional Facility return for some serious Season 2 hijinks.
The crazily long-awaited return of Orange is the New Black came to pass
last week as we all watched our smartphones to vibrate with a message from
Netflix that the whole new season is up and running. Then we collectively
sneaked into the bathroom on our cigarette breaks to watch snippets of the
first episode on the can. Even IMDB got in on the fun posting an animated
ribbon on it’s front page with the entire main cast which is around 16 to 20
girls seemingly reacting to something gross and atrocious.
Crazy Eyes partying it up with Taystee.
Orange
is the New Black has had as much of an impact on the female TV audience as
something like True Detective had on the male audience. But unlike the latter
it doesn’t take itself so seriously that you have to google books anything on
existentialism after every episode. The unbridled ‘I don’t give a fuck’
attitude speaks volumes to girls and out of the incredibly vast and diverse
cast of the show, there is someone for everyone to relate to, and at times we
find ourselves relating to all of the characters…except for perhaps Pennsatucky
(Taryn Manning). Me? I’m a cross between
Chapman (duh), Big Boo, and Poussay…but it depends on the day. A lot of the
time I’m feeling the plight of Red the Russian mob ringer (Kate Mulgrew) ('It's fucking funny!'). But there’s an
inmate for every mood. And that’s what makes the show so endearing. The
troubles of the characters which on the surface might seem alien to us because
most of us have never done time, are at the same time universal, because we’ve
all struggled and done things we shouldn’t have, and now are striving to find
redemption.
A big part of the reason I couldn't wait for this season is to see how it works out with Daya and Bennett; hottest prison guard this side of scripted TV.
So when you think about it, the
show’s very simple in that respect, and it’s entertaining; the two main
cornerstones of TV. I don’t need to peel back all the layers of Rustin’s inner
demons on True Detective like I’m a
philosophy post-doc. If a show can make you laugh hysterically and cry like no
one’s watching within the same hour, that’s a good show. And finally there’s
something on TV that treats women more than just the whore the mother or the
wife…am I right Mad Men? I mean
seriously, it’s the 21st century and we’re still disenfranchised
playing second fiddle to middle-aged white men with problems. I know that TV is
inherently frightened about shows that cater to and center around women,
especially one with a cast of ONLY women (with the exception of Jason Biggs…and
Pornstache), but that’s folly because apparently, as Orange has proved there’s a huge niche in the market for that. I
mean, we DO make up half of the country’s populace, and you can’t play us off with
Peggy Olsen anymore.
One endearing lesson this show teaches us that whether weathering a storm or living large, in prison or in St. Tropez, ya gotta have friends.
But
aside from all the politics, what’s great about the show are the characters and
the actors who play them. Aside from resurrecting the careers of long forgotten
actors such as Natasha Lyonne, Taryn Manning, and Laura Prepon, the show is
basically a who’s who of newbies and hot young upper-and-comers. With the
resurgence of female protagonist shows like Orange,
Scandal, and even Bates Motel, we might find redemption
yet like we had in the 90’s when our estrogen fueled material also had a
presence (remember Allie McBeal or My So Called Life)? This show explicitly
states; we might be in prison but we’re not the bad guys, and we will
persevere. And that’s an admirable notion. So turn off your phone, plug into
Netflix, and join everyone else in this gargantuan estrogen fest. Happy
watching!
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