For a long time a lot of people kept telling me to check Arrow out; the new show about DC’s the Green Arrow. I have to say, even though I love superheroes, the ads I saw on television weren’t filling me with hope. A big, muscled dude who was basically just doing a lot of chin-ups and push-ups.
I went to Perth Supanova in June and was struck by how many fans of the show were there to see the cast and went to a couple of panels that made the show seem at least interesting.
Then recently I was struck down with a virus and as I wallowed in self-pity needed something to half watch on the couch, under blanket and with a pile of tissues beside me. Arrow seemed like the perfect choice because it was a fairly formulaic series with not a huge amount of substance and enough of a story to keep me vaguely entertained while feeling sorry for myself. I was right, but what I didn’t anticipate was how invested in the characters and addicted to knowing what happens next I would become! Arrow is deceptively good and never claims to be anything other than what it is; a highly entertaining comic book series.
Follow me under the cut for a review of Arrow seasons one and two. Spoilers will be clearly labelled beforehand.
