The Netflix NYC neighborhood of the Marvel Cinematic Universe ended too soon with “Jessica Jones” Season 3 (June), but I have to admit these series were starting to tread familiar ground. When watching these 13 episodes, I sensed that I was still watching prestige TV, yet I also understood where things were going long before they reached the finish line, thus enhancing the stereotype that Netflix MCU shows are slow-moving.
Maybe it’s because I got more accustomed to the show’s rhythms, but I liked “Jessica Jones” Season 2 (March 2018, Netflix) more than the first. Everyone is established in their roles, and things like Jessica (Krysten Ritter) being perpetually drunk, or someone making reference to that fact, flow in a natural noir-detective-drama way. Even though the overall plot leans more superpowered than hardboiled, Melissa Rosenberg’s series is as comfortable in its genre trappings as Jessica is in her favorite pair of jeans.
Krysten Ritter – adorably quirky on “Veronica Mars,” “Gilmore Girls” and “Don’t Trust the B—- in Apt. 23” – shows the exact opposite side of her acting range in “Jessica Jones” Season 1 (2015, Netflix) as the titular self-loathing detective. This season doesn’t venture too far from fellow Netflix Marvel Cinematic Universe show “Daredevil”: It’s in Hell’s Kitchen, and it’s about someone with a tragic childhood and superpowers trying to stop a powerful evil man.