I know I haven’t given a movie review like I’d want to, but life has been… crowded. When I heard that they were calling for snow in Pennsylvania and the new season of Daredevil finally dropped on Netflix I couldn’t resist binging on what I consider to be one of my all-time favorite live-action shows. See, I don’t particularly enjoy TV shows unless they’re either nostalgic and animated, but with the creation of “Netflix Original Series” I’ve been able to get a cinematic experience through 13 or so uncensored episodes that allow more freedom for the properties. With Daredevil Season 2, I am proud to say it delivers.
Disclaimer: The Review Could Spoil Parts of Season 1, You’ve Been Warned (Spoiler Alert)
If you haven’t seen the first season I strongly recommend using up a day or two and binge through the first story arc of the show. In season two, we see Matt Murdock aka “The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen” bring the fight to the scum terrorizing the people of his sector of New York with justice and bruises. Bringing back the dimly lit fight scenes and brutal violence to the forefront even more in the second season, it proves to film makers and fans across the globe that smaller budgets do not negatively dictate the quality of the storytelling and compelling narrative that goes along with the blood spewing action we get with the evolution of Matt Murdock and some guy in black.
What makes Daredevil such an impressive show is not just the action, but its courtroom style drama. The captivating scenes have not been from the punches and kicks thrown, but rather the intellectual emotions and monologues between the different types of characters. The flashbacks to Wilson Fisk’s history were some of the most interesting and that style of narration makes a great comeback with The Punisher and Elektra. The depth to the characters always felt organic and appropriately timed and they managed to throw in the reasons behind the names of the characters in ways that actually made sense.
The interwoven stories always had quality twists and turns to keep you moving with the story itself and often times you thought this was a horror film with how much blood would be spilled. Through each death and victim you, like the characters, felt an inner conflict on who is the hero and how far should they go in order for justice or vengeance. It’s a season that makes you question the morality of people who think they are doing what is necessary and everyone is cast to perfection. With that being said, Jon Bernthal was born to play The Punisher. Gruff, terrifying, and worst of all, motivated. The Punisher goes beyond being a revenge filled marine and takes us to places us unhinged violence you couldn’t have scripted any better.
Elodie Yung as Elektra is also a revelation. Beautiful, talented, and equally as endearing, her rendition of the iconic anti-hero was a shock to my system like a hot shower after being out in the cold. When I read Daredevil comics as a young, Elektra Natchios was never a character I was overly fond of. Sure they made her pretty sexy and bad ass, but she was not a character I “liked”. Here, she was still the anti-hero I remember, but she managed to portray more depth into the conflicted assassin.
All in all, the acting was all great without a weak link in sight. Where the show faltered ever so slightly was a weird convoluted plot detailing itself within the last five episodes. While it resolved itself enough to make us want more, it lost itself in some origins of certain things that don’t aid where we thought the show was going as a whole. But even with the plot floating in other directions, it doesn’t tarnish the sheer quality this show has given us in its second season and it only introduces more ideas for a third season with even more bad-assery. It ups the violence and martial arts style fight choreography to a whole new level with massive success.