Welcome to Six Damn Fine Degrees. These instalments will be inspired by the idea of six degrees of separation in the loosest sense. The only rule: it connects – in some way – to the previous instalment. So come join us on our weekly foray into interconnectedness!
I would have liked to dazzle you with a cool origin story, but I can’t remember how and when my favourite daughter found her love for the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I am pretty sure she saw the first few movies in chronological sequence at home on BluRay, too young to have seen then in the theatres, so Tony Stark, Cap and the Hulk came to her at home, and it was probably the first Avengers movie that she saw in an upholstered seat, ticket in hand, with a bag of popcorn, on the big silver screen. But she was hooked long before that.
These days, her interest has somewhat flagged; we were both disappointed by the too simple story in Venom: Let There Be Carnage, but I remember being worried when she used Kilgrave, Jessica Jones’ relentless tormentor, as a wallpaper on her first laptop, especially because I tried to nurture her on positive female role models such as Veronica Mars. She said she liked Kilgrave because he dressed well and was a really fascinating baddie. In a universe with not too many credible baddies, that is saying something.
And here we can fast-forward and bypass lesser Marvel offerings such as Thor: The Dark World and go to Avengers: Infinity War. She wrote several lists, trying to find out who would die saving the world. Bucky? Hm. Not Tony Stark, oh no, he has to stay – they won’t kill off an entire franchise. Kill Cap, if you must. Not Natasha, she is the only woman in the original bunch. And not young Peter Parker. And please not Black Panther, he is too new and too cool. And not Captain Marvel, we love her. Well, we all know by now how that went, don’t we? She was crushed and would not talk on the way home. It might have been her generation’s Bambi – deeply memorable and traumatizing. And every time since then, when she gets the Blu-ray out, she yells: “I need some emotional damage!” And I was worried about Kilgrave.