Last night, inspite of being tired beyond belief, I went and saw Daredevil. Some movies have to be seen before the critics get to me.
Not that I didn’t know it was a bad movie. I have been following the careers of comic-books-turned-into-movies with a great deal of interest, and more often than not, have been disappointed by how comic-characters, and storylines get tattered on screen. Ditto Daredevil! And that, despite being one of the rare movie adaptations that stick to established comic-book storylines without veering off towards the surreal, the mundane; or the bane of movie-making, directorial interpretation. (Nipples on Batsuits, anyone? )
Right now, this is a comic fan speaking, a guy who has been disillusioned once again by the Hollywood Machine, and wondering how on earth these guys managed to screw up, how they always manage to screw up a concept again and again, and how, I think, they will continue to do so.