“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
  — Leo Tolstoy

While I’ve had things to say about Daredevil and Luke Cage, those works were largely mixed, fairly robust and reasonably whole things, things that worked. They were series that were not great, but were good enough and were mostly remarkable in the ways they could be better. They were, as it were, happy families: they were similar. Even outlining their failures was mostly best left to small, short summaries.

Iron Fist, however, is an unhappy family, and it is unhappy indeed.

Rather than try and hammer together every complaint there is about Iron Fist into one mega-essay, which, let’s not kid ourselves, it’d be a rant, lose focus, and it’d need to be a dozen things all at once. Instead, then:

WELCOME TO IRON FIST WEEK!

Oh and I’m gunna spoil the heck out of stuff.