Moon Knight Review

For four episodes this is genuinely unusual television. Oscar Isaac plays Steven Grant as a nervous, ankle tethered Londoner and Marc Spector as a clipped American killer, switching in mirrors and reflections, and the show trusts the audience to stay disoriented, opening with a man who wakes on the floor with sand in his shoes and no idea why. Ethan Hawke's cult leader is quiet and reasonable, which is far more frightening than the usual approach, and May Calamawy's Layla is written as a competent adult rather than a rescue target.

The fifth episode, set in a psychiatric ward that may or may not be an afterlife, in which the two personalities walk through their shared memories and find the child underneath, is the best hour of Marvel television. The problem is the finale, which abandons all of that for two enormous computer generated gods wrestling over Cairo while the human story waits, and a resolution that the show has not earned. The accent has been argued about ever since, mostly unfairly.