Netflix’s First Marvel Dud

If you want an example of the writers taking the audience’s attention for granted, the new Marvel series on Netflix, Iron Fist, is a really good one. I won’t have to tell you to only watch the first episode because after cringing and groaning your way through 50ish minutes of aimless bewilderment you probably won’t have the appetite to continue. The protagonist goes from one self-induced crisis to the next almost totally bereft of motivation or goals, as if the spectacle alone (of which there is very little) is supposed to draw you in. Continue reading “Netflix’s First Marvel Dud”