Nearing its endgame, WandaVision remains as haphazard and spontaneous in its quality as its titular bender of realities. With episode seven pulling another mask off in its final moments, the sower of all this mess is finally revealed…and it just feels a little underwhelming, sadly.
Last week on WandaVision, we were reconciling the cross-studio pollination of Evan Peters’ Pietro Maximoff (formerly of Sony’s X-Men film franchise) with the anarchic atmosphere and neon fonts of a ’90s sitcom guiding our gaze through Wanda’s (Elizabeth Olsen) land of make-believe. We’re fully postmodern in our pursuits this week though, with candid The Office-style “documentary” confessionals and handheld camerawork. It works, mostly, because with the chaos of Vision (Paul Bettany) seeing through Wanda’s illusion and her world almost literally crumbling, the self-reflection and awareness are at an all-time high for our heroes.
It’s just that there doesn’t seem to have been much at all to WandaVision‘s shtick, my hopes and concerns with the series’ initial fluffy pacing coming to their respective conclusions. As the shell breaks down, WandaVision‘s seventh episode continues to reveal the same old yolk.
Olsen is, as always, great in her timing, flipping the switch from idiosyncratic to “uh-oh-she’s-gonna-explode” menacing on a dime, while Paul Bettany’s work is increasingly good. The tragedy of Vision’s character is only touched upon thus far, and hopefully, the doomed android gets a heartfelt sendoff (or, perhaps, triumphant return?) by the time our story is over because Bettany’s increasingly visible frustration as the Ultron spawn is great stuff. It’s also gratifying to see Vision start to take control, so long has he been a plaything of Wanda’s, relegated to literally hiding his face in Westview’s odd suburbia… suburbia which, turns out, had more than one marionette pulling its strings.
The legacy of WandaVision‘s place in the MCU may end up being Monica Rambeau, now having walked-the-walk and re-entered Westview through Wanda’s barrier, with some matter of “rewriting” of her DNA seemingly having occurred. As with Agnes, fact-seeking fans of Marvel’s literary history will have a lot of back issues to chew on in speculating where Parris’ Rambeau may go, and how she may have a life far beyond WandaVision‘s nine episodes.
I’d often called Disney and Marvel’s Cinematic Universe the “most expensive TV show in theaters,” and the label is feeling increasingly apt with WandaVision. Except, rather than have a compact two hours at the movies to lay another proverbial brick on the wall of the next Big Team-Up Movie, WandaVision provides us a season’s worth of TV chunks. If WandaVision were a soft drink, a can of Coca-Cola after a recent redesign of its logo, plastered across the front would surely be “Same great taste!” Episode seven of WandaVision makes it abundantly clear that, all along, this was the same old Coke after all.