So, what do we tell the cleaners?
Episode 6, REGRETS ONLY, doesn’t wait for the audience and jumps right into the action: the once thought extinct Hell’s Kitchen branch of the deadly Yakuza resurface in a night attack on Elektra with a reluctant Daredevil at her side.
I’m just as shocked as you are! A major part of season one was DD’s thorough elimination of the Yakuza out of his territory, but the infuriatingly sexy Ms. Natchios just can’t express her feelings for Murdock by settling for a Hallmark card. It’s not just the thought that counts, its the bouquet of one-dozen hitmen dropped into your lap. Now THAT is love. But are they really Yakuza? Are you SURE they’re really Yakuza?
I’m not really sure how Elektra is able to fight so well with her bangs all over her face, but I guess she’s gotta keep it fresh. I will disagree, though, with the Yakuza’s tactics; their surprise attack didn’t work and DD & EN got the drop on them, but haven’t villains learned yet not to take on a combatant one-on-one? What team of rational bad guys, in this day and age, waits in a queue for their turn to fight? Get in there, guys! Group attack! For crying out loud, one of them is blind–not that you’re aware–and the other might as well be blind with her hair whipping around all hither and yon. That being said, the stunt coordinator still came through with an overall impressive fight sequence.
The drama takes an up-swing in this episode when we discover the fate of Frank Castle–whom has been taken into custody and is currently receiving medical treatment while restrained to a hospital bed–is being manipulated. Strings are being pulled, a web of lies is being woven, and someone high-up wants the Punisher gone for good. But why? With District Attorney Reyes (Michelle Hurd) leading the case against Castle, the law offices of Nelson & Murdock step-up to the plate to give voice to the accused.
In this episode, writer Sneha Koorse, continues to illustrate the dichotomy of the Marvel universe–and our own–beautifully. Many New Yorkers, the DA’s office, and even our sweet Foggy, don’t see Frank Castle as anything more than a psycho serial killer in need of a potassium chloride prescription; they represent the side of society unwilling to see the suffering thrust upon this decorated war veteran turned killing machine by forces beyond his control. Foggy is reminded by Karen and Matt that all life is sacred, and even though the Punisher is a dangerous person, there are equally dangerous principles being employed by people in our own justice system, principles that if not checked would lead to an endless cycle of death and destruction.
Let me clarify something: I don’t lump Foggy in with the rest of the uncaring people picketing for Castle’s execution, but rather he is the voice of logic and reason, in the name of self-preservation. To represent a defendant like Castle is not in the best interest of anyone’s self-preservation, nor is it logical, and it certainly isn’t reasonable, but Foggy’s brain is always outweighed by his heart, especially when his best buddy, Matt Murdock, reminds him of that fact. Foggy represents the people we typically are every day, and Matt Murdock–not Daredevil–represents the persons we should strive to be.
Even a brick-wall like Frank Castle can’t withstand the everlasting glimmer of warmth and hope that is Karen Page. A drastic move she makes when visiting Castle finds the seam in the Punisher’s kevlar constitution and we’re given another view into a vulnerability long forgotten by Frank. Jon Bernthal shows his chops again by evoking empathy like that felt from seeing a tired, ragged pit bull, heavily bandaged after being forced to fight his brethren for reasons unbeknownst to him, and confined to a veterinary cage with nothing to look forward to but the sweet release from his tortured mortal coil.
Despite Elektra jabbing her sais into Murdock’s business yet again, the Nelson & Murdock legal dream team is able to get Frank to march under their colored flag. Or do they? Before the curtain falls, one last curve ball is thrown and its hard to believe who threw it.
Game called on account of “the shit just hit the fan.”