My friend Larry made a movie. It looks fun, and he inadvertently did something I’ve wanted to se in an action movie for ages- no jump cuts in the fight scenes. He lets them breathe.
Check out the new trailer:
Yeah Sure Okay has already started preorders (ten bucks!) and he’s shipping in January.
While ManiacClown and I have the next installment of Ultimatum Edit to look forward to in the near future, we have, in the meantime, put together another iRiff for you folks.
Now, for those of you who have never seen or heard of Frosty Returns, allow me to explain myself.
Last year, I bought these two DVD sets of Christmas specials. Grinch, Frosty, Rudolph, Mr. Magoo, etc. Fun stuff. They were timeless classics and I was having a ball. Then, after finishing with Frosty the Snowman, I decided to try out Frosty Returns.
It honestly shredded away my holiday spirit. It was that bad. It’s already a bad sign when the animation is trumped by the prequel (if you can really call it that) from several decades prior. It’s the holiday Highlander 2 is what it is.
Understand that whether our efforts are considered good or bad, I had to do this.
So please, enjoy the Hecklevision iRiff of Frosty Returns. It’s only 75 cents. (vote five)
You don’t really have to worry about digging out a copy of the DVD or hitting Netflix. It’s okay. I got you covered.
Here’s a preview:
Check out our take on Superman in Japoteurs too, if you haven’t already. We should be having a very special iRiff up in a couple weeks that I swear to God will be absolutely amazing.
On another note, you know who has a totally kickass Christmas album? Reverend Horton Heat.
This is several days late, but like I’ve said, computer troubles. Read it anyway.
Secret Invasion has come and gone. Skrulls are old news and now the more beloved villains are beginning to step forward, forming their own little Evil Illuminati. Fittingly, they all counter the original Marvel faction in their own way.
– Tony Stark is replaced by a more ruthless businessman/inventor in Norman Osborn, who shares similar ideals on unity among the powerful.
– Reed Richards is replaced by Victor Von Doom, his eternal rival when it comes to his intelligence.
– Charles Xavier is replaced by Emma Frost, who, while heroic, could potentially do some more underhanded things to help her race. Then again, look at who I’m talking about. Xavier’s done some shady stuff already. Bendis originally wanted Magneto for the role, but you know how it is for that guy.
– Doctor Strange is replaced by the Hood, the magical avatar of the Dread Dormammu himself.
– The enigmatic and overly powerful Black Bolt is replaced by the more enigmatic and more powerful Loki, now in a female form.
– Namor, once a proud king able to own the room with his regal presence, is replaced by a meeker, disheveled and more desperate shell of himself.
Norman puts together his own Secret Society concept and tries to sell it onto the others. The two main points of interest are the mystery man – which I will get to in a second – and the suggestion by Doom to Namor that this will all lead into some kind of massive supervillain Civil War in the future.
That discussion is for another time. Let’s discuss the mystery man.
“If you so choose as to even lift a suspicious eyebrow towards me and mine… you and my friend here will have some words. Emma, you’re a psychic, I can feel you poking around in my head now… You read minds… Tell me… Am I lying?”
“No.”
“Something for even a goddess of mischief to think about.”
I love love songs. No joke– I think that they’re one of the best uses for music. I even like different kinds of love songs. If put to the test, my favorite kinds would be, in order from most to slightly less most, heartbreak songs, cheating songs, and then straight up love songs. I don’t know why that is, but it is what it is.
I’m inclined to like songs about heartbreak. I don’t know why, maybe an inner romantic or mope or something. I tend to like them, though, which is why I was looking forward to Kanye’s 808’s and Heartbreak. While I’m sort of ehhh on the autotune, the concept for the album was solid. It sounded like an album that was at least partially built for me. Love Lockdown came out and I kind of both love the drums and the video. I feel what he’s talking about in the song, too, so there’s that. Scandalous comments about how he doesn’t listen to hip-hop in his place because it’s “too nice” aside, I was looking forward to it.
In the end, I was almost completely disappointed. The beats were tight, but Kanye’s autotuned vocals don’t stand up to the concept or the music. It comes off feeling heartless, which I guess was part of the point, but he seriously needed some heart for this album to be a success for me. I dig Welcome to Heartbreak (with Kid Cudi) immensely (“Chased the good life my whole life long/ Look back on my life and my life gone/ Where did I go wrong?” is incredible), and I think that Amazing with Jeezy is probably my favorite cut off the album, but the other two-thirds of the record left me flat or irritated. I can’t think of a single reason to listen to Robocop, for example, nor the song with Wayne. Heartless is mediocre. Say You Will is Kanye doing his best “That’s the way love goes”-era Sade impression (including the song itself), which is a lot like my well-tested “That’s the way love goes”-era Sade impression– not very good at all and the last thing you want to hear. Paranoid isn’t awful, but it’s a bit too ’80s keytar rock for me. It sounds like it should be on the Scarface soundtrack right next to “Rush Rush Get the Yeyo.”
808s and Heartbreak got me thinking about complete packages. No matter how inclined you are to like something, it still needs to be quality in order for you to actually like it. I’m inclined to like 808s and Heartbreak, but the end product didn’t measure up. I’m inclined to like Jubilee and the New Warriors, but the book that featured them was lacking.
I’m inclined to like Justice League of America #27, because I like Milestone, I love Dwayne McDuffie’s writing, and the JLA is okay I guess. I didn’t like it because Ed Benes’s art kills the book for me.
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I try not to read internet rumors. Most of the time they just get me riled about something dreamed up by someone on a message board. Unfortunately, this means that sometimes I get bad news in public places. That can be unpleasant. A few weeks ago in a comics shop, some friends told me that Birds of Prey was getting cancelled. I won’t get into details, but there was loud wailing involved. Loud, sustained wailing.
I’ve written about how the Wonder Woman mythos doesn’t do much for me. Birds of Prey was my version of Amazon Island. Up until Canary left, it was a long-preserved team. It was all-girl, all bad-ass, all the time. Since it was not one of the hottest-selling books it was a sheltered island, out of the way of the major continuity events, where some of the lesser known female characters could thrive.
Yes, I know that there is going to be an Oracle mini-series, and while Barbara Gordon is one of my top five characters of all time, I’m going to miss the rest of the Birds. Canary was at her best with a team that she could have fun with, not fight with or mother. Huntress was an awkward fit everywhere else in the DCU, too independent to be one of the bats, too bat-oriented to get away from them. In Birds of Prey she got a chance to shine, and take control. And of course there’s Zinda, who is one of the most fun characters in the DCU. There’s Manhunter, who had her own book cancelled recently. Even Misfit was growing on me.
When a favorite character of mine loses a book, I always wonder if I’ll see them again. Being too unpopular for a book, but just popular enough to be noticed, is often a recipe for death when big events come up. I feel like Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the Mohicans. “Stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you!”
I also mourned the end of The Blue Beetle, but at least I know that Jaime will be preserved in Teen Titans. Also, I think that, as stages of grief go, I am still firmly routed in ‘denial.’ Jaime will come back. I know this. He must.
Birds of Prey has catapulted me into ‘bargaining.’ What would it take to get the Birds back. How would it be possible to drive up readership? Let me rephrase that. How would it be possible to drive up readership besides having a Babs, Dinah, and Helena three-way in each book? (Yeah, I’ve seen that fanart.)
As the saying goes, when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. What I have is a steadfast love of comics that are light, fun, and just a little nutzo. My ideal Birds book would be a cross between the early Indiana Jones movies and Bruce Lee on pixie stix. Three-to-five issue arcs, each one being a separate adventure. Fast, fun, and ass-kicking. I’d like constant wisecracks, mild indignity, ninja stuff, at least two issues in which people run to get out of the way of giant boulders, and Misfit as Short Round. That’s Short Round, not Mutt. Sorry, Shia.
I think the book was doing best with its four core characters; Babs, Helena, Dinah, and Zinda. As said before, Misfit could be Short Round. And, of course, since Indy got a new girl every movie, there could be a rotating spot for the last member to keep things fresh.
But hell, I’d favor an eighteen-person team in a somber, noirish book comprised of thirty-issue all-event storyarcs if I thought I’d be getting my Birds back.
What would you hope for in a Birds book?
There is nothing I would love more than to post the next installment of We Care a Lot or an article on Dark Reign that I was prepared to have up by the middle of today. Unfortunately, as fate would have it, that’s not going to be.
My computer is dead! Murdered! Moltar, serve the first course!
Calling Dell’s support number has proceeded to change me from being the owner of a dead computer to the owner of a dead computer that’s in a million pieces. Then the moron on the other end of the phone decides, after having me take it apart piece-by-piece, “Uh… yeah, your motherboard don’t work too good. That must be it.” Then he dials over me, hangs up and I’m supposed to pay for that shit!
Fuck that guy. I’m taking it to someplace local tomorrow to be fixed up (and be put back together), but I can’t say how long I’ll be without any computer access. But I will be back and I’ll be doing posts with a higher comment count than that list hermanos just came up with!*
*no, I won’t
See you soon. I hope.
Tonight marks the release of the first Green Arrow since 2001 that has not had Judd Winick as an ongoing writer. So naturally, I was curious to see what direction the series would take.
It was interesting. I was hoping that Green Arrow and Black Canary would turn a little lighter and happier. The Arrows seem like the JSA to the Batclan’s JLA; based on the same concept, but allowed to be goofy. It doesn’t look like they will be using that goofiness in the upcoming story, but the writer, Andrew Kreisberg, seems to have a good sense of the characters and fits their natural humor into the story.
The one thing that bothered me about the issue was the massive seven-page flashback of all of Olliver Queen’s continuity. It is narrated well, sustaining the theme of the storyline; ‘A second can change your life.’ I can see why it was put in. The cover of the issue features the phrase: “A New Era Begins”. The author is essentially acting as if this is the first issue that the reader had picked up.
The trouble is, it isn’t the first issue that any reader has picked up. If you are flipping through Green Arrow and Black Canary #15, the odds are vanishingly small that you are unfamiliar with the characters. Not only that, but the flashbacks have been coming hard and heavy in this series. Green Arrow: Year One wasn’t that long ago. Then there were the flashbacks in the Black Canary mini-series, the flashbacks in and around the wedding, the flashbacks when Ollie was missing, Ollie’s re-hashing of his relationship with Connor when Connor was in a coma. There was even a thorough discussion of the history of Black Canary and Green Arrow in Birds of Prey.
So taking seven pages out of a story to recap it all again feels like being next to a drunk guy at a party who’s telling a fantastic story about a wild night he had with a friend. Trouble is, he’s so drunk that he forgot that you’re the friend. You kind of want to shake him a little and say, “Dude. I know. I was there.”
Despite this, it’s worth picking up for the sting at the end, and the fun family meeting in the middle. We’ll see how it develops next month.
I was going over Google Reader and saw an interesting post on When Fangirls Attack. The text just said “2008: The Year of Misogyny,” so, being a fairly bright and curious fellow, I clicked on through to see what was what.
The post opens with a cheesecake motivational poster and then outlines all of the terrible things that have happened to women over the past year. I’ve seen it linked in a few spots, so I figure it’s a Thing. It’s a pretty gruesome list, and a little hard to read. Shabby treatment of female characters, female characters getting brutalized, and so on. The author asks “Aren’t you angry? If you aren’t, then why? And if you are, what are you going to do about it?”
Well, let me tell you something. After reading it, I was pretty angry. I was angry and fuming and thinking and realized that, as a race blogger, I owed it to my people, black and american and both, to examine the plight of black people in comics in 2008.
As you can tell by the title of my post, I am not happy! The list below is non-exhaustive, as I’m sure worse things have happened, but these are the ones I know of or have read. You may wish to listen to this song or this one in order to make it through this terrible list.
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If a child ever asks about the logic holes that come from the proposed existence of Santa Claus — such as how he can carry all those presents and travel around the world in one night, breaking into homes with no chimneys and devouring all the milk and cookies without anyone noticing — you just need to tell them one thing:
Santa Claus has both the Power Cosmic and the Speed Force. Problem solved.
Marvel needs to reveal that Santa is really the secret herald of Uatu the Watcher. He’s been watching everyone and knows who’s been naughty and who’s been nice, and while he cannot interfere directly, he has his jolly herald reward their behavior.
Also, just saw Punisher: War Zone. It’s like Blade in the way that the beginning and end are awesome, but there’s a lot of dullness throughout the middle. It’s like X-Men 3 in the way that characters are named after comic counterparts who barely have much to do with them. But it’s also like the last Rambo movie in being an over-the-top crazy killfest. So if that’s what you want, buy your ticket and enjoy.
