I really like Netflix’s take on Daredevil and have been waiting–maybe too long–to write anything about my binge view that first week. The series is gruesome in the unflinchingly dark psychology of its murderous Kingpin (bone-chillingly brilliant Vincent D’Onofrio)–and probably too explicit for some–though in my view, it stops short of glorying in his violence. It is pretty darn smart in its pacing, maybe one of the better uses of the all-at-once-available season I’ve seen.
It is also doing something interesting with how it depicts its hero’s body. Continue reading Daredevil’s battered body
I’ve been away from the blog for a while. Book chapters, classes, babies–these things will distract a gal. As I get back to writing on pop media, I thought I’d try my hand at a new format: the “listicle.”
After watching Marvel’s blockbuster ballad of Bucky and Steve, some troubling similarities to Disney’s celebration of sisterly love are now stuck in my head. Do you see the overlaps too or should I just “let it go?”
1. Initial pairing of cool kid with lovably awkward sidekick.
2. Quirky redheads that pack a punch.
3. Characters with permanently windswept hair.
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