Daredevil, Marvel’s crowning achievement, has been reduced to a poorly-edited, poor-scripted, epicene soap. Complex characters, emotionally, intellectually, morally, have been reduced to hollow men who cannot be watched. Sloppy editing, retarded filler, and a bloated ensemble of Zoomer actors complete with their brain-rot dialogue, have destroyed the only product of Marvel that can be considered true art. Netflix Daredevil was operatic, something that stirred real emotion, wrestled with moral complexities, and didn’t consider the audience to be content-engorged, stultified, hedonistic human slugs. But that’s apparently where we’re at as a culture. “Content” has shouldered art out of the way entirely, and we’re left with Disney once again wearing the skin-suits of formerly great intellectual properties. It’s a friggin insult, is what it is. It’s a scandal. It’s a bad joke, and Disney is laughing harder at your (my) dumb ass with every new release.
Take a look at the immaculate choreography, and complex dialogue, from pre-Disney Darevil, to fully understand what’s been taken from us.
