Action Stories, to Scale – Lessons from Netflix’s Daredevil

Devil may, devil may, devil may care

How many devils does Daredevil dare?

 

I’ve finally started watching the Netflix Daredevil series. For general storytelling fun, and especially for its action, it lives up to the hype.

(Or should that be “up to the hyper-senses?” I would have loved to compare Matt’s senses to Paul’s gift in my own Shadowed, but the show minimizes the fact that its hero has one actual superpower in the mix. But of course that Frank Miller-type grit means fists and courage are more than enough.)

 

Binge-sized Chapters

As a general storytelling lesson, Daredevil is a handy reminder of how many different lengths of tale and chapter a writer can build with.

A single comic book might take ten or fifteen minutes to read, though its storyline might take twice that if it were unpacked into a conventional short story. (All those thousand-word pictures do condense the experience.) Or a network TV adventure is forty-some minutes with your DVR, though it might actually be less than that to read. They’re all valid blocks at holding a fan’s interest and moving a story forward.

And they are about hooking us on the total story. Unlike a movie that sells itself as one complete arc, all those episodic forms are about settling the story enough now to satisfy us but bring us back in just a week or a month for the next installment. Which makes them subtly different from novel chapters, where the next step is always waiting on the next page, but the story’s so big it can explore more on the way and we probably don’t expect to finish it in one rush.

Like Daredevil. As a Netflix show, knowing the whole season is right there (and paid for) seems to give the creators a certain extra freedom to take their time. Every episode has its share of action, but otherwise the first takes the rest of its time making us comfortable with Matt and his law partner (and if you think a best friend named “Foggy” has to be stuck as comic relief, you’re only a little right) and what their first case opens up. More than network shows, more than cable, there’s a certain novel-like depth to each step along the way.

 

Fighting To Scale

When I was gearing up to start the show, my friend Ace Antonio Hall said it had some of the best fight scenes around. Since then, I’ve been thinking:

He didn’t say “action scenes,” let alone “effects,” he said fight scenes. And how many superhero or science-fiction stories are there where we still use that word? Where we don’t just enjoy the spectacle and (hopefully) the storytelling, we appreciate that those might be people squaring off?

I don’t mean that CGI kills visual action (hello, Lord of the Rings!), or that non-super battles are just better. True, it’s the low-powered fight choreography that’s been more likely to be completely right. But any kind of story just needs to get a handle on itself.

Scale matters. A great adventure defines just how tough its hero is at whatever he does, and brings that size of conflict to life to the point that we understand what’s daily suspense and what’s a step up for him. A hacker stealing a few files is not the same as trying to shut down a doomsday device that the whole world is watching. A human hero can’t wade through bullets with his only explanation that “I’m the hero.”

So I realize I’ve been waiting a long time to see a hero like Daredevil onscreen—especially in the thorough treatment a TV show allows. The first comics I really appreciated were Spider-Man and Daredevil, and I think it shows in my (super)world-view. From them I’ve built the sense that:

  • for Superman or the Avengers, walls are only there to punch through
  • for Spider-Man, walls are there to swing from to reach the door (then he rips that off its hinges)
  • for Daredevil, walls still have to lead to a regular door

In fact, I’m still in Season 1 of the show, where Matt doesn’t have any kind of grappling line yet, so he’s got nothing but plain parkour climbing and dropping to set up his battles. (Even Batman, the more famous “non-super super,” has enough gadgets to let him act like a true superhero whenever it’s cooler. For DD, no such luck.)

And it’s been a pleasure to see this kind of action. Matt Murdock in a fight is skilled and believable, but you can see he’s struggling with just one assassin; against two it really is all about knocking one away to deal with other fast. And unlike with Bats, taking on four or five crooks at a time doesn’t come off as something he’s eager for… though I wish those bigger showcase fights did work harder to spell out what a challenge it is for him to juggle that many threats. (Well, call it a nod to his comics history where he does it all the time; at least the show makes it look good.)

On the other hand, watch for the when moment the camera takes a slow pan around an alley from the inside of a car; who’s going to be lurking somewhere? is a body going to drop, and where? When something does trigger, it shows us this is a show where they know their options.

 

So… Know Your Foe

Call it a basic rule for writing action, or any other kind of opposition scene. We writers have to understand just how much the hero can do, and what the challenge can, and how many other complications still matter on that scale… and then use that.

If I take a hero’s enemy up to a new level, and the reader doesn’t know the difference, I’ve failed.

In a way it’s a counterpart to what I wrote about as the Tarzan Test. That idea is qualitative, and says the total story lives in the variety of its challenges, while this principle is about quantifying it. So it’s rarely good writing to fight a lion and then another lion, or to fight a lion with an elephant gun.

Or, we could think of it as simply matching the action and the size of the visual focus, whether it’s a film angle or a style of description. Campy swordfights use “Flynning” (Errol Flynn was a charismatic actor but no fencer), big sweeping movements just to fill the frame, but better action would know what small moves actually are faster and zoom in enough to let us appreciate them. –Or if the story were about Spidey swinging across the block or Superman zooming past a whole continent, pull the “camera” back and show us what that scale means.

Pick a size. Learn it, own it.

I’m glad Daredevil isn’t afraid to do just that.


(Extra: for a look at one aspect of action, some of the ways I learned to use the flying powers in The High Road, here’s a guest post I did this week on Janice Hardy’s Fiction University.)

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Character Interview with Angie Dennard (THE HIGH ROAD)

To celebrate the release of The High Road next week, here’s a character interview with its heroine. For its companion piece (also set around Chapter 4), see the Mark Petrie interview.

 

(Angie Dennard walks into the room and stops by the chair, but instead of sitting she leans against it and studies the author.)

Angie: What do you want to ask? How the gang came after my dad?

author: All of it. Including the flying belt.

Angie: So you know. (She shakes her head hard, tossing short red hair.) You know, and I never guessed!

author: Never?

Angie: Nothing like this! My family’s stories were about traveling, fighting, leading—they were brave people. But flying? And Dad never told me?

(Angie falls silent.)

author: Any guess why he didn’t?

Angie: I could try to, now. But he always fooled me. And yet Mark always thought he was hiding something, ever since we were kids together.

author: Kids? Let’s go back a bit. What can you tell me about yourself from before this started?

Angie: Not much to say, or I didn’t think so then. My mother left us; Dad was a police detective and then in security. I got out of school last year, and I’d just realized I really wanted to be a pilot when—(She stops, and smiles ruefully.) Yes, a pilot, and now we’ve got magic for flying. There must have been some hints about it in our history, and they stuck with me. And now the Blades are after us.

author: That’s it?

Angie: Pretty much. Nothing special, until now.

author: “Nothing special”? But all right, what about now? What will you do now that the Blades are after you?

Angie: Everything. Everything we can. We could use the belt against them, or just get out of town. We’re going to check with the police gang experts this afternoon. Someone has to have some answers.

author: You’re just… keeping your options open?

Angie: Of course. Right now we haven’t even talked to Dad about the belt. I know there’s no way to stand up to a whole street gang, but there’s always a way.

author: You just said there’s no way but there is a way.

Angie: I guess I did. I’m hoping there’s a change in some bit of it, so we have more to work with than some flying that Mark says he can barely control.

author: Mark says?

Angie: And it’s my family’s belt. But Mark was the one who stumbled into what it does. I haven’t even made it work—so far. (She smiles.)

author: And the Blades?

Angie: They’ve got a vendetta against Dad. He admitted it.

author: “Admitted”?

Angie: He shot up a summit between two gangs—he really did that, all because Mark and I almost walked into them. (She spins away and starts pacing around the room.) Was that thirty, forty dead bangers and cops and people just near them, and it’s partly my fault. But I tell myself he was the one who did it, and he hid it from me. After that I see why he didn’t tell me about the belt that let him get those shots. But what keeps eating me is, why are they after us now? That was years ago when we were kids. And it worked, nobody thought he did it because he was never close enough… except Mark was sure he would have if he had a way. But they left us in peace all that time—so how does it come out now?

author: If you had to guess…

Angie: I try not to. (She settles down in the chair.)

author: Oh?

Angie: Of course I’m made guesses. But I don’t know, and why think myself into a corner and miss what it really is? But… I can’t forget about the magic.

author: What about the magic?

Angie: It’s the biggest blank spot in all of this, isn’t it? Something about why my mother never told me, or her father being in the madhouse. There has to be more than that going on.

author: It sounds like you want there to be.

Angie: Alright, yes! I want there to be more than gangs and guns and my overprotective dad with a secret weapon so secret he won’t use it. But I’m hoping that’s all it is.

author: You want it to be bigger, but you hope it isn’t.

Angie: I have to. That’s one thing my mother did tell us last night: the last thing we want is attention. If the Blades knew about flying they’d hunt us forever, and so would everyone else who wanted a piece of it. What would we do then?

author: What would you do?

Angie: We don’t let it happen. We try not to use the belt until we know how it works. We don’t use it in daylight; we’ve been lucky there so far. We keep it under control, and I keep Dad and Mark safe.

author: So that’s what you want. To keep them safe.

Angie: Of course. The Blades almost killed Dad—and Mark and me too, when we got near it. Mark says Dad will keep putting himself in the line of fire every time I get near trouble, so I have to stay miles away from it. Or try to.

author: “Mark says”?

Angie: He puts it better than I do. We figured that out years ago: I always know what has to get done, and then he knows all the reasons why. And the times I’m wrong.

author: Wrong? Was this a time you were wrong?

Angie: I don’t know! He can give you all the reasons all we can do is not get killed. I keep thinking there has to be more to the magic—what else is out there? Why was it such a secret, even before Dad got it? It makes me take a whole other look at Mom leaving, and Dad working at the park her family had ties to. There’s so much we don’t know! We can’t be stupid, but there has to be more. Besides…

author: What?

Angie: Besides, they’re just punks. I’ve seen them try to catch us; they’ve got all the knives and guns, but they don’t think ahead. Or if something happens, you could count the heartbeats it takes most of them to move. We’ve dodged around them twice already.

author: You make it sound easy.

Angie: (laughs) I hear that from people sometimes. I think anything can sound easy. But there’s always a way.

 

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