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Marvel llega a la pausa de producción en Nova, Serie Strange

Autor : Madison Actualizar : Feb 24,2025

Según los informes, Marvel Television ha puesto tres programas en espera: Nova , Strange Academy y Terror, Inc . Según la fecha límite, estos proyectos no estaban oficialmente verdes y aún podrían ver la luz del día, pero Marvel ha ajustado sus prioridades.

Este cambio estratégico coincide con la próxima serie Disney+ de Marvel Studios, Daredevil: Born Again . Esta semana, Brad Winderbaum, jefe de transmisión y televisión en Marvel Studios, reveló que la compañía está explorando la posibilidad de reunir a los héroes a nivel de calle de Daredevil , Luke Cage , Jessica Jones y Iron Fist -- los defensores.

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Marvel Studios ahora se está centrando en desarrollar más programas de los que produce, una estrategia que Winderbaum explicó para detectar la irritación el año pasado: "Realmente estamos teniendo cuidado con lo que elegimos hacer a continuación".

La noticia Nova es particularmente inesperada, especialmente teniendo en cuenta que hace solo dos meses, el ex Criminal Minds Showrunner Ed Bernero fue anunciado como escritor y showrunner, con Nova confirmado para Disney+. Para más detalles sobre Nova , consulte el artículo completo de IGN.

  • Strange Academy se anticipó que se centraría en la escuela de magia establecida por Doctor Strange, con Wong como director. Detalles sobre Terror, Inc. * Sigue escaso.

Las fechas de lanzamiento de TV de Marvel confirmadas incluyen: Daredevil: Born Again (Disney+, 4 de marzo), Ironheart (24 de junio) y Wonder Man (diciembre). Siguiendo Captain America: Brave New World , tres películas de MCU están programadas para su lanzamiento este año: Thunderbolts (mayo) y The Fantastic Four: First Steps .

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