Many of us wondered what exactly Mark Steven Johnson had intended us to mistake his faecal shaped comic book adaption for, but there was no denying the smell. Like a short sighted pensioner, we were left feeling dazed and lost amongst the haphazard visuals and clunky dialogue that inhabited our minds when Daredevil was first released. However, I pray you revisit this lost gem. Not the theatrical cut, mind you, but rather the directors cut. In a funny twist of irony, the one man who should have provided a succinct and enjoyable action noir, does so, but only in his own scarcely seen version Mr Johnson, you are an enigma. The benefits that come from the directors cut are not only some improved edits of fight scenes and some much needed visual details, but also stronger back-stories, and a deeper exploration of Matt Murdocks special power. One particular scene that stands out is when Matt is about to submerge himself in the sensory deprivation tank, but suddenly hears a gun shot and vicariously witnesses the death of an unknown female. As the mystery woman literally appears by Matts side, we see her gasp and crawl in the final moments of her life. It is a dark and affecting moment, and a fine example of comic book cinema flirting with murkier character traits a full two years before Nolan made Batman Begins.