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

The superhero series was panned where reference is debuted last year, and now it is back with a more canny sense of its weaknesses. But has it already pierced itself out?

Was anyone certainly desperate to return 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 paces of the angsty Daredevil, the caustic Jessica Jones and the suave Luke Cage.

While the other headliners in Netflix’s aggressive are projected to jumpstart a New York-based superhero cosmo apologized their standalone seasons through strong characterisation and textured locations, poor Danny Rand( Finn Jones, a long way from his brainwashed zealot Loras in Game of Thrones) felt more like a hasty afterthought. That first season of Iron fist- which struggled to reconcile back-alley punch-ups and high-rise corporate wrangling- was a necessary but hastened staging pole en route to the Defenders, the much-ballyhooed multi-hero Marvel team-up that also culminated up feeling slightly underwhelming.

Much of the enjoyable in the Defenders came from experiencing the other heroes wheel their sees at Rand, partly because of his fantastical dragon-fighting backstory( after the plane disintegrate that killed his mothers, Danny was raised in the supernatural metropolitan of K’un-Lun, studiously training in martial art to become a suitable receptacle for the arcane Iron Fist supremacy ), but principally because he was the oblivious personification of lily-white 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 occurrence to cheerfully facilitate Harlem’s bulletproof guard rediscover his mojo while exciting over a dragon-shaped hash tube. This Danny was loyal, goofy, upbeat and- crucially- had a much better haircut.

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Jessica Henwick and Finn Jones. Photograph: 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 pirate kerchief to patrol dodgy neighbourhoods and bop bad guys. His high-kicking girlfriend Colleen Wing( fellow Game of Thrones escapee Jessica Henwick) has turned her season one dojo into a cosy apartment for the two of them. Joy and Ward Meachum, the corporate siblings Danny expended much of the first season battling in boardrooms, have been previously been wreaked down to street height, which is just as well, since all the previous, tedious backgrounds set in the supposedly moneybags Rand Corporation appeared awfully chintzy and cheap.

There is a gang war brewing between rival Triad factions in Chinatown, while Danny’s chose K’un-Lun brother Davos( the good Sacha Dhawan, fixing down his million-dollar smile for a coiled achievement of Vulcan-like severity) is also clearly cooking up some vindictive programme. Hurl in Alice Eve as Mary, a seemingly ditzy country girlfriend who inveigles her practice into Danny and Coleen’s lives, and there is enough conflict foaming up to move season two feel like a considerable upgrade. Even if you can guess the broad strokings of where things are going- almost all Netflix Marvel prove has knocked the stuffing out of its supporter before pitting them against some sort of mirror-image version of themselves- this incarnation of Iron fist feels sleeker and far more purposeful.

It facilitates staggeringly that the amount of episodes has been slimmed down from the usual 13 to exactly 10, a recalibration of content and pacing that other Netflix depicts could learn from. If the fight situations were a little potent in season one , now they seem more liquor and lean toward the breathtaking- Danny’s brightening Iron Fist is supercharged enough to punch the engine block out of an armoured defence van. There likewise seems to be a growing confidence in non-combat incidents. Alongside the lurid stimulates of ninja death grips, flashbacks to K’un-Lun deathmatches and eye-searing showdowns in strobing nightclubs, the standout third occurrence revolves largely around Danny and Colleen hosting a hipster dinner party with their frenemies Joy and Davos: a gloriously clumsy iron feast.

Despite all these improvements, the MMA adventures of Danny Rand and his gap-year Nepalese hoodie are still far away from asked viewing. The botched first season coincided with a wider debate about culture appropriation in Hollywood and while the renewed focus on Chinatown makes a deep terrace of Asian supporting roles, this is still ultimately a storey about a rich lily-white dude who is somehow the best at kung-fu. The the possibilities of Iron fist appealing to anyone who is not already amply invested in the entire Netflix Marvel project and its sprouting spin-offs seem very slim. But its talented ensemble have succeeded in manufacturing it is like more than only a box-ticking stepping stone to Daredevil season three, and who doesn’t experience experiencing an underdog punch above its load?

Iron fist season two be viewed on Netflix worldwide now

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