Doctor Strange came out at exactly the right time. A magnificently gifted surgeon and extreme narcissist obsessed with pop trivia pays too much attention to his cell phone and destroys his greatest gift in a devastating car crash that he should have seen coming. With the help of a multi-cultural coalition he learns a whole new perspective on the world, breaks the spell of his own ego and privileged life only to save the world from a group of anarchists set on bringing the world permanent profound fascism while dressed as one bad ass mofo.
Five days later America experienced the first part of that summary. Our car is still bouncing down the wet ravine, the final impact still to come. CGI blood is in the air, shattered glass making beautiful patterns in the night air.
The landing is going to fucking hurt, and the recovery is going to be unconventional beyond what we can imagine right now.
I've read a ton of Dr. Strange comics, and he always pulls it together in the end even when he has had to recreate the whole Universe from scratch. Get some candles, write some spells, have a team-up, do some magic.