Lots of unexpected subtlety here - in the depiction of the stages of grief, in the (admittedly ironic) reflection upon the role of escapist entertainment, and even a little bit on the path of self-discovery. All wrapped in bubblegum, served as childplay, but resonating more deeply nonetheless, as if encoded. Like The Truman Show, depicting the slow breaking down of false reality to heart-breaking truth: a movie with lots of layers. Gob-smacking, nuanced performances. Not what I anticipated - like finding a novel in a crackerjack box (remember those?). As a result, for me personally, a little creepy. I feel like I may be missing a layer or two. Not completely what is seems.
Review of WandaVision
