Orange is the new black

.. wird immer besser, ich kann Season 5 kaum erwarten.

"Nearly every moment of the fourth season of “Orange Is the New Black” feels refracted in a small sequence in the finale, a bubble of joy floating up through tragedy. In a flashback, Poussey Washington (Samira Wiley) is visiting friends in New York, and ends up taking an F train to Dumbo, blissful and exhausted. Sitting next to her, a white guy with dreads plays a steel drum. An Asian mother falls asleep; when her little boy opens her wallet to take some cash, Poussey catches the eye of a middle-aged man in a turban. They smile, sharing the secret. Poussey watches Wall Street suits offering a flask to two girls, then gazes at an older black woman reading Michael Chabon, an interracial couple kissing, a pregnant woman, some jocks.

For anyone who lives in New York City, this is a familiar vision of cosmopolitan heaven—a weave of strangers, open and curious. The city that Poussey gets lost in isn’t perfect. She’s a young black woman, and when her phone is stolen, and she asks for help, white men brush her off. But, for a few hours, her life is full of jittery serendipity: she meets a drag queen named Miss Crimson Tide; she sees a dopey Roots cover band; she goes to a club where participants follow instructions that flash on the wall (Kiss, Dance, Share); she ends up hitching a bike ride from a fake monk who’s a member of Improv Everywhere. It’s hell to watch, though. The subway car is the inverse of the justice system that will swallow Poussey up and, years later, kill her."

And the season manages to end with the individual. In the finale’s last shot, set on the Brooklyn pier where Poussey will soon be arrested, she smiles at the camera, breaking the fourth wall. It’s as if she were taking her place in the show’s opening credits, a montage of the faces of real-life ex-prisoners, staring at us.

-by EMILY NUSSBAUM, New Yorker.