Punch-drunk love: has Netflix’s Iron Fist found the right compounding?

The superhero series was panned where reference is debuted last year, and now it is back with a more astute feel of its lacks. But has it already perforated itself out?

Was anyone actually desperate to proceed another round with Iron fist? Netflix’s rich-kid kung-fu warrior already felt like a Johnny-come-lately when he debuted last March. It was a barefoot billionaire padding along in the well-trodden footsteps of the angsty Daredevil, the caustic Jessica Jones and the suave Luke Cage.

While the other headliners in Netflix’s vigorous plans to jumpstart a New York-based superhero universe apologized their standalone seasons through strong characterisation and textured places, poverty-stricken Danny Rand( Finn Jones, a long way from his indoctrinated zealot Loras in Game of Thrones) felt more like a hurried afterthought. That first season of Iron Fist- which struggled to reconcile back-alley punch-ups and high-rise corporate haggling- was a necessary but rushed staging post en route to the Defenders, the much-ballyhooed multi-hero Marvel team-up that too resolved up feeling slightly underwhelming.

Much of the enjoyable in the Defenders came from realise the other heroes wheel their eyes at Rand, partly because of his fantastical dragon-fighting backstory( after the plane crash that killed his mothers, Danny was raised in the metaphysical city of K’un-Lun, studiously be trained martial art to become a suitable receptacle for the arcane Iron fist power ), but principally because he was the oblivious incarnation of white-hot male privilege. If Advocate rightfully knocked him down a peg or two, Danny’s character rehabilitation recently continued in the recent season two of Luke Cage, where he turned up for one episode to cheerfully help Harlem’s bulletproof supporter rediscover his mojo while exciting over a dragon-shaped hash tube. This Danny was loyal, goofy, upbeat and- crucially- had a so much more haircut.

Jessica Henwick and Finn Jones. Picture: Linda Kallerus/ Netflix

In Iron Fist season two, the comeback continues. After Daredevil’s disappearance at the end of the Defenders, Danny is attempting to fill Matt Murdock’s vigilante plunders, donning a yellowed gangster kerchief to patrol dodgy regions and bop bad people. His high-kicking girlfriend Colleen Wing( fellow Game of Thrones escapee Jessica Henwick) has turned her season one dojo into a cosy suite for the two of them. Joy and Ward Meachum, the corporate siblings Danny spent much of the first season battling in boardrooms, have also been raised down to street grade, which is just as well, since all the previous, laborious vistums set in the presumably moneybags Rand Corporation gazed mighty chintzy and cheap.

There is a gang war brewing between competitive Triad sects in Chinatown, while Danny’s borrowed K’un-Lun brother Davos( the good Sacha Dhawan, fastening down his million-dollar smile for a coiled concert of Vulcan-like severity) is also clearly cooking up some vindictive strategy. Throw in Alice Eve as Mary, a apparently ditzy country girl who inveigles her space into Danny and Coleen’s lives, and there is enough conflict frothing up to form season two feel like a considerable ascent. Even if you are able to guess the broad strokings of where things are going- almost all Netflix Marvel establish has knocked the stuffing out of its supporter before pitting them against some kind of mirror-image version of themselves- this incarnation of Iron Fist feels sleeker and far more purposeful.

It helps tremendously that the amount of chapters has been slimmed down from the usual 13 to exactly 10, a recalibration of the information contained and speeding that other Netflix shows could learn from. If the fight vistums were a bit potent in season one , now they seem more liquor and lean toward the magnificent- Danny’s brightening Iron fist is supercharged enough to perforate the engine block out of an armoured security van. There also seems to be a proliferating confidence in non-combat backgrounds. Alongside the lurid thrills of ninja fatality grasps, flashbacks to K’un-Lun deathmatches and eye-searing showdowns in strobing nightclubs, the standout third chapter revolves principally around Danny and Colleen hosting a hipster dinner party with their frenemies Joy and Davos: a gloriously clumsy cast-iron feast.

Despite all these improvements, the MMA escapades of Danny Rand and his gap-year Nepalese hoodie are still far from compelled view. The botched first season coincided with a wider debate about culture appropriation in Hollywood and while the renewed places great importance on Chinatown means a deep bench of Asian supporting roles, this is still eventually a storey about a rich lily-white buster who is somehow best available at kung-fu. The chances of Iron fist pleading to anyone who is not already fully invested in the entire Netflix Marvel project and its sprouting spin-offs seem very slim. But its talented ensemble have succeeded in realizing it feel like more than just a box-ticking stepping stone to Daredevil season three, and who doesn’t enjoy envisioning an underdog perforate above its load?

Iron Fist season two be viewed on Netflix worldwide now

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