Sunday, June 8, 2014
My Time with “The Man Without Fear”
I had never heard of this dude, not seen a trailer or anything. So I sat down and from the first thirty seconds, I was hooked. All cheesy pretenses went out the window and I was transfixed by this ‘man without fear.’ I devoured the Frank Miller saga and the Born Again novel like they were crack. As I recall those times, I am left to ponder what drew me to this Daredevil.
I think, first, that he was more than an outsider. He didn’t have geekish tendencies nor was he a terrible killer. He was a loner and burdened by his religious upbringing. I identified with that, and found his struggles to be both potent and personable.
Second, and probably more importantly, I saw him as some sort of Christ figure. I wouldn’t have said this at the time, but I saw him as someone who was a true under dog, who gave of himself for others, and saw very little in return. At the time, the darkness mingled with brutality and necessity; he did whatever it took to achieve an honorable end.
Third, and more tangentially, he taught me to not have fear. Of course, that feeling hasn’t always stuck, but the fearless way he interacted in the world was a great model.
Fourth, he had a badass costume. That sold me so hard.