Marvel just keeps the hits coming on Netflix. Next up is the second season of Iron Fist.
Danny Rand, aka Iron Fist, is a billionaire orphan. (You've seen this story before, to the tune of millions of dollars in box-office receipts. Cough. Dark Knight. Cough.) And last season was all about him trying to make a new family for himself after returning home to New York after 15 years training with monks in a mystical world.
Bear with me, which is what those who made it through the first season mostly had to do. There were plot lines that went nowhere and too many lulls in the action.
But now comes the saving grace of this second season.
Without the weight of exposition, Iron Fist seems unbothered. Except by the gangs who are busy trying to fill a power vacuum that he and the other Defenders -- Luke Cage, Jessica Jones and Daredevil, stars of the other Marvel shows on Netflix -- put into place when they defeated the powerful, worldwide criminal organization called The Hand.
This Iron Fist is focused, almost to the point of distraction, on taking care of Daredevil's city, or at least part of it; "The Devil of Hell's Kitchen" is dead, for all he knows. Chinatown is his home, and he's protecting it. The audience will finally get a glimpse of pieces of the costume from the comics and there are fights galore. And Misty Knight, on loan from Luke Cage, shows up to all sorts of delight.
But, Danny beware. Every person in Iron Fist's life has skin in the game this time out, which means less or more time for his shenanigans: Colleen is looking for her mother; Joy and Davos envision a world without him; and Ward has his own problems. And Danny's naivete, though explainable because he did spend 15 years away from city life, will only make it so he's the last one to know that all family isn't your friend.
Poor little rich boy, indeed.