Daredevil s2 surprised me
mostly because i went into it stoked out of my mind about my bby matt and karedevil and what they might get up to together
but. then. frank. fucking. castle.
i literally could not give one less of a fuck about matt or stick or their batshit Hand war. the ONLY thing that matters is Frank Castle. those last episodes were torture bc the writers are pushing this ridiculous arc w matt and stick and elektra (who deserved so much more btw she better get better treatment next season holy fuck) and the only thing going through my mind is Where The Actual Fuck is Frank
how did i come to care so much for this blood crazed serial killer anyways my god watching him sink deeper and deeper into The Punisher nearly ripped me apart. everytime there was a close up of his eyes you could see the pain and guilt and rage just roiling inside, the ticks of his fingers bc they only know the touch of metal now… fuck. just FUCK. he’s just so raw and Karen was right; Frank is honest. he’s raw and bleeding his truth with every snarling breath and its beautiful to watch someone so broken, as terrible as that sounds. unless he was fighting he was so often framed alone in the shots (like with Fisk in jail when Frank’s face is mince meat and his hands are clenched and whole body seems to quiver with the stark fact that he is ALONE) it just makes me want to cry bc no matter how vicious or barbaric or bloodthirsty he is, it always comes back to those eyes. those intensely forsaken and tormented eyes.
Jon Bernthal hijacked the whole goddamn season away from the title character and I couldn’t be more happy.