I recently endured all twelve episodes of Marvel’s new Netflix series, Daredevil. Here it goes. Good and bad, it’s here, and it’s okay. Let’s talk about it.

Charlie Cox as the eponymous Daredevil/Matt Murdock? Pretty good. His blind Matt Murdock is much more interesting than that of Ben Affleck in the 2003 film. Still, his screen charisma is much more potent as a blind dude in a suit rather than a masked vigilante, which speaks volumes about the show’s initiative and ambition in tackling action-free drama. Which is enigmatic considering that the action of the show is really quite weak compared to Marvel/Disney ventures with massive whopping budgets, which while this show has ample wiggle room, to experiment, it just doesn’t quite impress me with its action.

But the action isn’t all that’s subpar; the ensemble is also a nigh-failure. Elden Henson is cast as Foggy Nelson, Daredevil’s buddy cop-fella, and he’s a nice guy and all, sure, but he can’t act. He’s stiff, and his position as solely comic relief turned hard as nails deliverer of ultimatums is really a weak turnaround. Maybe it’s just that it’s a bad script, (oh and I’ll get to that.) But his character really hurt the overall project. Everyone else is fairly forgettable except for Vincent D’onofrio.

D’onofrio plays the Kingpin or Wilson Fisk, the bad guy of the series. His traumatic upbringing is well-placed and well-acted. He’s just a straight up weirdo, and I like that – the kind of weirdo with a tragic back story that makes him extra weird.

Lastly, I sincerely hope the second season of this infant series takes a second glance at their writing staff… because except for a few episodes, the script was trying to hard to be something it wasn’t – an interpersonal drama with action in between.

However, this series is the first of Marvel’s video ventures to try and be mature, and appeal to a more adult audience. However, this show is just a watered down mess.