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Finally got around to watching Daredevil, seeing as Wendi’s 10-year-old neice Morgan says it’s one of her favorite movies. Oh the future of America!

My biggest issue with the movie actually wasn’t Ben Affleck, although I dislike him now even more than I did before the movie. Nor was it the unremarkable special effects—the funky echolocation second sight was cancelled out the crappy, Spiderman-esque CGI. Even the script, such as it was, could be excused for being a shallow rip-off of Batman.

No, the thing that bugged me the most was the wildly uneven tone and pacing. It was as if there were four different movies being made, with separate editors and directors: there was the cartoony action movie with the slapdash seques, the tormented vigilante flick with the dark alleys and slow pans, the court procedural with the straight blocking, and the music video (self-explanatory). There was also the romantic comedy that ended up on the cutting room floor—how else to explain the thoroughly bizarre “we fought the other day, now let’s date” sequence of events?

At least it wasn’t Batman and Robin.