The rich and powerful white character is not in trouble, as long as he's done with some amount of competency. We keep coming back to see Tony Stark because he's flawed and charismatic. We come back to Bruce Wayne because he's tortured and driven. We religiously watch what feels like a thousand TV shows a year about the problems of white guys who have more than six figures in their bank accounts. And we do this because they have the potential to be fucking interesting when some care is taken with them.
Danny Rand, and Iron Fist as a whole, is not fucking interesting.
For those who haven't seen Iron Fist, Danny Rand is Steven Seagal-lite. Constantly spouting martial arts psalms and never once uttering anything close to a joke, he emanates an almost dangerous lack of self-awareness. Sure, it's weird that we're supposed to buy the character of "special karate white man" in 2017, but the pill would go down a little easier if there was some hint of lightheartedness to him -- something that allowed audiences to laugh at him a little bit, as well as get behind his journey. Instead, Danny doesn't just become a rich, powerful, white guy, but the lamest kind of rich, powerful, white guy.
Danny is meant to be a savior or something, as he rallies against un-kicked heads and big business alike. But his quest as the chosen one never feels like anything more than your college roommate's two-week quest to try Tai Chi each morning, especially when he's paired with Colleen Wing, the owner of a martial arts dojo with actual experience. He shows up in New York, shoeless with an "I traveled abroad this summer and it CHANGED MY LIFE" outfit, and immediately remarks about how he used to skateboard in a skyscraper. You're so fucking cool, Danny. And did you immediately go to the one dojo in New York City and school the expert female owner in both martial arts techniques and "finding your inner strength"?