“Jessica Jones” recap (1.08): A house is not a home

Previously on Jessica Jones: Jessica falls into some garbage. Jessica threatens Jeri’s estranged wife. Jessica tries to get sent into super-max prison. Jessica moves in with Kilgrave. It was perhaps not her best decision-making ever–all of it, really.

Well, this certainly ranks among some of the worst homecomings of all time. Jessica is back in her childhood home, back with Kilgrave. As you will no doubt recall with horror, he has purchased Jessica’s childhood home. Now he is in the midst of some deranged game of house in an unconscionable attempt to win her love.


Kilgrave and his armed guard are doing everything in their power to make Jessica feel comfortable. Except exactly the opposite. This is a man who genuinely thinks he can get the woman he kidnapped, raped and enslaved to consent to be with him and love him forever. We’ve gone past mere arrogance into fully delusional unhinged egotism with this one. He is also perhaps the most perfect villain possible for the GamerGate age.

Kilgrave has decorated it exactly as it was when Jessica’s family lived there down to the Nirvana and Green Day posters in her bedroom. The detail is sickening, as is everything else about this whole scenario. Trish calls and Kilgrave allows her to answer because, remember, he’s really a good guy. Also, a little appreciation for all his hard work would be nice. And don’t forget to smile.


Trish says she is tired of missing Jessica, which once again proves the great romance of this show is between these two. She also tells Jess that Simpson is missing, which once again proves the great pain-in-the-ass of this show is that dude.

While Jessica exhaustion naps from all the mind-fuckery, Kilgrave waits impatiently for her at dinner. When she doesn’t show, he confesses the unbearableness of  not being able to control people. Ugh, isn’t it the worst when people have their own agency? Boo-hoo, they just do what I want when I want because I want it.


When she does come down to eat she takes a liquid dinner instead, and Kilgrave chides her about her drinking because, never forget, he is the worst. When she tells him it’s his fault he is incredulous because, again, see above. He insists it “wasn’t all bad.” I don’t even know where to start, so I won’t.

Jessica can’t take it either, so she smashes her now empty wine bottle against the wall. As if on cue, the chef and housekeeper rush in with razors to their necks. You see, a man like Kilgrave doesn’t ever believe in an even playing field. There are always safeguards.


Jessica leaves the table and heads back upstairs. But she notices one of the doors ajar. It’s Simpson there to rescue her. White male hero complex strikes again. He thinks she is under Kilgrave’s mind control, she thinks he’s an asshole. Only one of them is right.