REVIEW: DAREDEVIL, the series

maxresdefaulttl;dr version: More like Dare-MEH-vil, amirite???

My wife and I finished the last two episodes of the first season of Daredevil Friday night.  It took, oh, two and a half, maybe three weeks from watching the first episode to get to the finale– which for us implies a fair amount of dedication, as no adult TV happens when the boy is awake and after that literally every single other thing we might wish to do with our lives competes with watching fictional white dudes punch each other on TV.  So I can’t claim I roundly disliked the show or anything like that; I didn’t.  But on the whole, having watched the whole season, I’m not super excited about watching more of this.

Let’s start with good stuff:

  • Casting, at least to a certain point.  I don’t remember dude’s name and I’m in no mood to look things up, but I liked the dude they’ve got playing Daredevil, and the casting for Foggy Nelson and Karen worked for me too.  Racebending Ben Urich was a good call, and Vincent D’Onofrio certainly looked the part of the Kingpin, but more on him later.  I loved Rosario Dawson but we didn’t see enough of her.  Madame Gao was also fantastic.  In general the acting was effective.
  • Mood/Direction: Excellent, especially early on.  Daredevil was a hard show to watch at times, and I mean that as a compliment; when the show wanted to fuck with your head, your head was gonna get fucked with, and the grit and grime of Hell’s Kitchen left me wanting a shower after a few of the episodes.
  • Fight scenes.  At least early on; the hallway fight in the second or third episode was outstanding and the fight with Nobu later on was a standout as well.  That said, all the flippy stuff got annoying after a bit and sometimes the fight scenes got a bit repetitive.
  • Stick.  I loved Stick.
  • Matt and Foggy’s relationship.  The highlight of the series to me, in a lot of ways.

All that said, I have some issues:

  • Kingpin.  There’s lots of folks praising Vincent D’Onofrio’s take on the Kingpin to the high heavens; they didn’t watch the same show I watched.  Hell’s Kitchen didn’t need Daredevil.  It needed Zoloft.  Supervillains shouldn’t be in need of antidepressants, and I expected this dude to end every single conversation with a sigh and the words “I’m sad.”  There was also enough portentous speechifying to fill a Lord of the Rings film.  I kept expecting to find out that Wilson’s middle name was actually Lenny, too.
  • Vanessa.  Related to the Kingpin issues; Vanessa did not help.  Their relationship made no Goddamn sense at all and just served to remind me repeatedly that this Wilson Fisk is a twelve-year-old in an oversized body, which could work with certain villains, but not with the Kingpin. And this show had Madame Gao in it!  They didn’t even need to put Kingpin on screen in the first season.  Make Gao the villain, keep Kingpin offscreen, and use Wesley, who was way more interesting, instead.
  • Karen.  For the last two or three episodes, I kept yelling “You’ve known them for two weeks!” at the screen.  No one could hear me.  I know Karen’s a character from the comics and all and so she has to be there, but she’s totally passive-aggressively worming her way into both of the guys’ backstories by the end of the series, acting like they’ve all been friends for years and that their friendship as a group is The Most Important Thing Evar.  No.  You’ve known them for a month.  You don’t get to pretend that you’re part of a we yet.  Go ‘way.  Also, I swear her hair was a different color in every scene, and for most of an episode it was green.  Not actually a problem, but super distracting once I noticed it.

I dunno.  If you’re interested in checking the show out and you haven’t yet, go ahead; it won’t kill you.  But that’s about as excited as I can get about this show right now.

This post is mostly a test

try_science_shirt_300.jpgI am conducting Blog Science! and in order to do so correctly it is essential that I post this at this godawfully early hour of the morning.  Which actually means that I wrote it last night while watching Daredevil and trying to decide if I like the show or not, which is something you’d think I’d have figured out by the eleventh episode.

Discuss the UK election in comments.  Or Daredevil.  Or pants.  Whatever, really.

In which I parent effectively

10398420_1176432005526_3036154_nIt’s Friday, which means it’s Daddy Day; the boy didn’t go to day care today and he and I are spending the day together.  Which, so far, has meant flipping through cartoons and various animated things on Netflix while I have discussions with strangers on Twitter.

I am a lousy parent.

Good news is I’ve got all day today plus Saturday and Sunday to get about 2000 words out to hit my target for the week, so it’s not like I’ve got a ton of other stuff to do.  Maybe I go really nuts and not pay too much attention to things with screens today.  🙂

(Yeah, right.)

Oh, also: turns out my 20th high school reunion is this weekend.  I would rather be fed to sharks than go, but I’m really glad that I actually looked at the schedule yesterday, because I was considering taking the boy to the zoo with my parents tomorrow and one of the reunion events is tomorrow at the goddamn zoo.  So that could have gone quite poorly.  God, I hate that I still live in the town I grew up in.

And yes, I’m in that picture up there, but I’m not telling you which one I am.

In which I want to do things I don’t want to do, or vice versa, I’m not sure

ghibli_whispersdvdsleeveSitting on the couch in the living room right now, watching the snow outside, which has been stuck on “whiteout” for the past half hour or so.  I’m listening to Johnny Cash entertain a bunch of convicts at Folsom Prison in 1968.  The boy’s taking his nap, the dogs are sacked out and content.  There’s an enormous book about World War II next to me waiting for me to get back to it.  All in all, not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

The Cash is playing through my Apple TV.  When you’re listening to music, it plays a screen saver.  I got tired of looking at the nature pictures it plays and just for the hell of it told it to start showing me movie posters as a screensaver.  I’ve been sorta idly watching them as they’ve scrolled across my screen.  And then it hit me: I really miss watching movies.  There were several years in my life, most of the time I was living in Chicago, in fact, where I was seeing 40-45 movies a year.

I have not seen a single movie nominated for an Academy Award this year.  Not one.  And of the nine Best Picture nominees, I only have a haziest idea of the plot of five.  I’ve never even heard of Philomena, Dallas Buyers’ Club or Nebraska.  And there are lots of movies that I’m seeing posters for that at least pass the initial “that looks interesting” test.

(Sidenote: poster for 3 Days to Kill just spun past.  When did Kevin Costner turn into Tom Selleck?)

I don’t remember the last time I saw a movie in a theater that didn’t have at least one Avenger in it, and that kind of makes me sad.  And, to make it worse, it’s not like I don’t have all kinds of access to movies– I can stream damn near anything I want a few months after it hits theaters, and you best believe my iTunes wish list, which I’m using as a “Watch this!” queue, is chock full of stuff– I’m just not doing it.  This could turn into a typical new-parent “get a babysitter/pay the babysitter/pay for the movie/pay for dinner/night costs $150” rant, but it’s not that.  I have time to watch movies if I want.  I just don’t.  My priorities have shifted.  And it’s a weird feeling, knowing that I want to do something, and I have the opportunity to do something, and that I’m just not going to.  For no clear reason.

Anyway, that’s all.  I could go get my DVD of The Maltese Falcon out of the rack in my office and watch it now, like I’ve kinda wanted to since rereading the book a month ago.  What’ll probably happen is that I’ll clean up the living room or read something and keep on listening to Johnny Cash.  I dunno why.