Netflix recently premiered a new show, based on a comic book series of the same name, The Umbrella Academy. The brainchild of former My Chemical Romance frontman Gerard Way and Brazilian comic artist Gabriel Bá, published by Dark Horse Comics.
Since it’s first incarnation years ago, the Small Oddities series has morphed into a kind of small and occasional DeviantArt Exhibition.
Part of that transformation is because while I am adept at using words, I am not an artist in the visual sense, so it’s nice to celebrate the artists I come across that take similar inspirations from the pop culture that I enjoy and turn them into their own works of art in various forms.
What Michael Chabon has created with The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay is something both novel and cinematic. It’s not short, but it’s not long-winded, and it remains so compelling that you find yourself rooting for many of the characters, even the ones you don’t want to root for.
Well, it’s been a week, and I’ve finally gotten through all of “Marvel’s The Defenders.” I’ll wait while you finish silently judging me. Done now? Then let’s continue. In the week since then, something has continually bothered me.
It’s not that the Netflix exclusive that finally brought together Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist was difficult to watch. (You can save your Internet hivemind hatred of Finn Jones for another day). It’s not even that it was difficult to find the time to watch it.
The Defenders have finally joined forces. No more is the tie that binds just a nurse named Claire. No more are the streets of New York City roamed by separate vigilantes. Now, at the very least these vigilantes know each other.