Netflix’s Iron Fist Sucks and So Did The Comic

Last week, the nation found creative ways to remember the Notorious B.I.G. and simultaneously lost their minds when the guy who believes that the pyramids were created to store grain, said some other crazy ish.

Around this time, when I was already over ShEther, the internet had their panties in a bunch regarding Netflix’s Iron Fist. The reviews on my timeline said the show was a lame. All of this, in the wake of complaints about the show featuring another white savior — which I didn’t buy because the original Iron Fist character was a Euro-American in the first place.

My beef, it has always been with the Iron Fist comic itself.

When it comes to martial arts entertainment, I dig in crates. Past Diamond D, DITC and the Nostalgia King himself. A few years ago I dug and unearthed the entire Deadly Hands of Kung Fu comic book collection.

The 33 issue series was a magazine that featured any and everything involving martial arts. Between the black and white pages of fake ass masters claiming Bruce Lee’s title that didn’t even exist and niggas who thought they had the death touch, Marvel introduced several comics including Sons of the Tiger, Shang Chi, and Iron Fists.

Although Marvel originally passed the mic to Iron Fist in Marvel Premier #15, Deadly Hands #10 reintroduced Daniel Rand and provided a backstory, which sounds like your White homeboy’s wet dream about his favorite martial arts film.

Young Daniel Rand is hiking in the mountains with his family. His father gets killed by some hater and his mother dies saving him. Danny is taken in by a martial arts cult in the mystical city of Kun-Lun.

After training for a decade, Daniel is tested by fighting a fictitious dragon. He does some Moonlight shit and hugs shit out of the Smaug and gets a tattoo imprinted on his chest. Victory is sealed by plunging his hands into the dragon’s chest seven times, but yeah, fuck all that…

The art was good, but the comic failed miserably at capturing the essence of good martial arts entertainment. The story arch, villains, it just never worked for me and when I dig in the crates for martial arts entertainment in issues of The Deadly Hands of Kung Fu, I find myself skipping past the pages of Iron Fists.

I hate to break it to you, but the Iron Fist story, it was never good to begin with — that and slaves ain’t immigrants.