Strings on me
Melissa Rosenberg's TV adaptation of Brian Michael Bendis' R-rated comic book Alias, featuring one Jessica Jones (Kyrsten Ritter in the series), isn't perhaps the first ever to depict a superhero suffering from post traumatic stress disorder (arguably there's Batman) but she's the genre's state-of-the-art incarnation, a canny mix of crime thriller tropes (hard-drinking hard-hitting stone-cold cynical private investigator) and comic-book melodrama (former superhero attempting to earn a living / get herself a life).
What's interesting is that the show doesn't feel sound or look like a Marvel Comics project at all; from the jazzy score accompanying digitized versions of David Mack's artwork to the noirish cinematography of Manuel Billeter you could be forgiven for thinking you're watching something directed by Curtis Hanson or (better yet) John Dahl (and as a matter of fact he did do one of thirteen episodes)--it's more than halfway through the first episode before we see Jessica lifting a man's car up from behind (the sexual implications of the act being deliberate I'm sure) and we're reminded with a bit of a shock that, why, this is set in the MCU--the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But it doesn't have to be--achieves its best effects without much help from said universe.
