I finished Orange is the New Black’s fourth season right in time for bed on Saturday, June 18th. It had been up for roughly 34 hours at the time. I felt sad. I usually feel sad when I finish a new season of OITNB, because it’s a long, long wait on a cliffhanger ending. This was different.
I’ve been gathering my thoughts throughout the week. I’ve been reading around, too, and with a little Googling, you’ll see a lot of “darkest season ever,” and “deeply upsetting,” in the headlines. Well, I agree, but I’m not going to talk about that.
This show does its job really well, though– it’s a story about people. People are deeply complicated and the abundance of moral ambiguity in this show makes it all too real. OITNB’s fourth season left me crying on my couch. To me, this is art. It made me experience so much emotion, and thus, it succeeded.
Various thoughts under the cut, none so heavy as the paragraphs above, but full of SPOILERS: