Just weeks ago, we learned Netflix canceled Marvel’s Daredevil after a stellar three seasons.
Most of us are still in mourning for the show, which consistently provided us with good television, contained a cast of talented actors, gave us some truly awe-inspiring fight scenes, introduced a lucky few to the man, the myth, the legend that is Vincent D’Onofrio.
Still, as bitter a disappointment as this news is, we thought we’d put a little balm on the wound by thanking the show, Jimmy Fallon style, for all of the gifts it gave us throughout the years.
James from The Roots, can we get some “Thank You” note writing music, please?
Thank You, Wilson Fisk,
For being extra AF.
You spent entire episode standing in front of a white canvas and called it high-end art. You donned silk suits and lived in lavish penthouses, even when under house arrest by the FBI. You liked classical music, beautiful women, and decapitating an underling every once in a while, just for fun. Your face had the expression of a man in a constant state of constipation, and your voice was grating nails on a chalkboard, but boy could you give a villainous monologue when the show needed it. We’ll never forget you, Fisk. You taught us a life of crime and a life of sophistication can and should go hand-in-hand.
Thank You, Claire Temple,
For reviving our faith in the healthcare system, one shoddily stitched-up street hero at a time.
You’d go on to nurse the wounds of Jessica Jones and Luke Cage, but before you flitted to other doomed Marvel/Netflix series, you healed your way into our hearts by keeping that fool Matt Murdock alive during season one. Who needs insurance when you’ve got an on-call nurse who can patch up any wound and serve as your therapist on occasion without ever charging a co-pay?
Thank You, Darkly-lit fight sequences,
For making us appreciate the show’s sound department.
Look, the fight sequences in Daredevil were revolutionary. Some were 11 minutes long, captured with just one shot. Some featured brutally realistic battles, like Frank Castle’s prison sequence. Almost all saw the stunt team and a dedicated Charlie Cox putting their bodies on the line for the perfect shot. But no one worked harder during those action-packed scenes than the boom guy (and the sound mixing department). Without them, without the carefully curated grunts and moans, without evidence of the thwacks, splats, slams, and whams in auditory form, we would’ve had no idea what was going on in those critically-praised, darkly-lit sequences. I get it. Matt Murdock is blind. But the rest of us aren’t and this show really could’ve benefitted from better lighting. Still, it gave us a chance to recognize an often overlooked part of most TV shows and for that, we’re grateful.
Thank You, Charlie Cox’s personal trainer,
For giving us such an impressive body of work.
I think we’ve said enough.
Thank You, Karen Page and Frank Castle,
For being the star-crossed lovers we shouldn’t have been rooting for (but totally were).
Karen Page, from the beginning, was intended to be a love interest for Matt Murdock. The two had enough chemistry on-screen to make that work, despite Matt’s preoccupation with Claire Temple in season one and Elektra in season two. Karen could’ve just been the side-piece, placed on the backburner until Matt got his sh*t together, but she deserved better. She deserved a Romeo and Juliet style romance, riddled with bullets and hospital dates and a steamy apartment shootout. She deserved a man plagued by government conspiracy theories, a renegade out for justice, a guy with a shotgun and a need to shoot. She deserved Frank Castle, and we deserved the couple’s explosive sexual tension and so-wrong-its-right mood. Find happiness with each other, you crazy lovebirds.
Thank You, Jon Bernthal (in general)
For playing a believable Catholic vigilante.
Matt Murdock’s faith was a defining characteristic and his unwillingness to kill set Daredevil apart from his enemies. But, let’s be honest, no Catholic lawyer/street hero in real life would be as pious and concerned with his own morality as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Instead, it’s Jon Bernthal’s character — a man who was probably raised Catholic, quit going to church at some point, endured hardship and loss, and still believes in God just enough to blame all his problems on Him — that feels viscerally real. It’s great that Matt Murdock has a code and all but sometimes, we just want to see a man rip out another man’s bowels and wear them as a scarf. Jon Bernthal fulfilled that fantasy.
Thank You, Season three’s costume department,
For phoning it in.
Your apathy when it comes to Matt Murdock’s resurrection look is commendable. You went from high-tech suits crafted with leather and special gadgets and a Devil mask that somehow didn’t look ridiculous to a ratty black sweatsuit and a headscarf. It’s what my teenage cousins might wear for Halloween if they forgot to get a costume and the day of panicked, Googled DIY-looks for guys, and stumbled upon “Broke street hero.” You were bold enough to say “F*ck it” and mask Matt Murdock’s identity with a ladies accessory you’d find on a Wal-Mart sales rack. We salute you.
Thank You, Avocados at Law,
For giving lawyers (and avocados) everywhere some good PR for a change.
Attorneys, like avocados, have earned a bad rap. Some are described as lying scum, some are used to mock millennials who can’t afford to buy items boomers consider basic necessities – like homes. Either way, lawyers and avocados have been done a great injustice, but Daredevil, a show you all thought was about a blind vigilante cleaning up the streets of New York, is really just Netflix’s stealth marketing campaign to put avocados, and attorneys, back on top. How, you ask? Through the pure, precious friendship of Foggy Nelson and Matt Murdock. The show would’ve been equally as successful as a sitcom about the duo’s courtroom exploits but even so, their partnership was the comic relief comic book fans needed, and the kind of positive PR needed by both profession and fruit.