I went on, thinking, hey, even without Daredevil, it'll be nice to be back in some approximation of the Marvel New York I loved in the Netflix shows. Yeah, well, about that. Once the flashbacks are over, the first thing they do is take us back to her home town in Oklahoma.
Okla.
Fucking.
Homa.
To which I can only say what I always told my parents when I was a kid and we went to visit my cousins, I DON'T WANNA GO TO OKLAHOMA! It's not a good place. Basically, it's like the description of Africa in that British feed-the-skeleton-people Christmas song. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air you breathe a poisonous fume.
Still, I'll probably go ahead and watch some more. I mean, I made it through Mad God. A show set in Oklahoma can't be too much worse.
"Tonight, thank God it's them instead of you."
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