October 31, 2004
Vote or Die - STL Style
Just a bit of political commenting for all my STL readers - more pop culture commentary to follow later on.
Now, there's a big brouhaha over the slogan "vote or die", ironically first coined (but never copyrighted) by Mark Kilmer on the old Prodigy BB boards. However, when the South Park guys made a comment about how if you were not informed, you shouldn't vote, irked the ire of well known photography buff Sean Penn...well, it made me think about "Vote or Die".
Our country is a democratic republic, and the only way change truly comes is by voting and holding our elected officials responsible. It means learning the issues, being informed, and following your conscience. In other words, vote or die.
And now, just some of my recommendations for this election, other than vote:
First, in St. Louis City, 150 stakeholders collected and conferred to recommend changes to the St. Louis charter. (I was fortunate enough to be one of them). To read the proposed changes, head to Yes for Home Rule, and I strongly recommend you vote yes for A, B, C, D. Despite what critics say, this does not take away anyone's right to vote, but makes city government more accountable.
Next, vote yes on Proposition K, which would establish a fund for St. Louis City to provide services to kids who need it. It's a very slight raise in property taxes - about $36/month. However, our kids are well worth it.
Amendment 3, although sounds good on paper - pulling money from Missouri state general revenue for highways - will end up taking money away from desperately needed services. So I recommend voting NO for Amendment 3.
Again, this year, this election is critical, and we need everyone on board. Learn the issues. Make up your own mind.
Vote or die. It's that simple.
Now, there's a big brouhaha over the slogan "vote or die", ironically first coined (but never copyrighted) by Mark Kilmer on the old Prodigy BB boards. However, when the South Park guys made a comment about how if you were not informed, you shouldn't vote, irked the ire of well known photography buff Sean Penn...well, it made me think about "Vote or Die".
Our country is a democratic republic, and the only way change truly comes is by voting and holding our elected officials responsible. It means learning the issues, being informed, and following your conscience. In other words, vote or die.
And now, just some of my recommendations for this election, other than vote:
First, in St. Louis City, 150 stakeholders collected and conferred to recommend changes to the St. Louis charter. (I was fortunate enough to be one of them). To read the proposed changes, head to Yes for Home Rule, and I strongly recommend you vote yes for A, B, C, D. Despite what critics say, this does not take away anyone's right to vote, but makes city government more accountable.
Next, vote yes on Proposition K, which would establish a fund for St. Louis City to provide services to kids who need it. It's a very slight raise in property taxes - about $36/month. However, our kids are well worth it.
Amendment 3, although sounds good on paper - pulling money from Missouri state general revenue for highways - will end up taking money away from desperately needed services. So I recommend voting NO for Amendment 3.
Again, this year, this election is critical, and we need everyone on board. Learn the issues. Make up your own mind.
Vote or die. It's that simple.
October 29, 2004
This Vicious Cabaret
Last night, I was bored and tired - a long Wednesday drive to deep Jefferson County (with a meeting in north St. Louis that was canceled with no notice to me) left me drained - so much so that I spent Thursday at the office, just barely getting through my paperwork. So I rifled through my graphic novel collection, and reacquained myself with an old friend...and a work that is proving almost timely and timeless in the same moment.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you V for Vendetta.
It was written in the late 70's (finally completed in the '80s by DC), and talks about the frightening world of 1997 - England is a fascist state; people scramble to survive, and a mysterious figure, dressed like British legend Guy Fawkes engages in acts designed to shake up the system.
However, this post isn't going to be a typical review - if you want a much clearer, more extensive exploration of the Alan Moore/David Lloyd work, click here. However, not only do I think of this as an excellent work, I'm going to go out on a limb and make the following statement:
V for Vendetta is the graphic novel equivalent of The Prisoner.
Both works deal with big issues - freedom, the individual vs. society, the way power is used and abused. Both works deal with relatively anonymous figures - Number 6 and V, aka "The Man From Room Five" about whom we know little, if anything. Both men take drastic actions against their situations, and aggressively pursue their agendas. Both works are also visually distinctive, and are products of their time visually and thematically. We also see that both protagonists do things that are not necessarily the most positive (V's cruel treatment of Evey to "free" her, Number 6's questionable attitude towards women, "especially the four-legged kind".) Both even assert that being true to oneself is the greatest freedom, and both works were done "on the fly" as it were - no big plan, no critical outline, etc.
However, there are some crucial differences - The Prisoner ends on a curve, suggesting that one can never be free, while V for Vendetta suggests a less cynical end. Number 6 has almost severe contempt for his fellow "inmates", whereas V can demonstrate some compassion, at times.
However, ultimately the difference is the approach of both authors. With Patrick McGoohan, he was coming from Secret Agent, a show which had made him a star. Alan Moore and David Lloyd were relative unknowns, writing a strip that appeared on a weekly basis.
However, both works have a timelessness and speak on themes that, today, seem more fresh than ever. Both are well worth your time.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you V for Vendetta.
It was written in the late 70's (finally completed in the '80s by DC), and talks about the frightening world of 1997 - England is a fascist state; people scramble to survive, and a mysterious figure, dressed like British legend Guy Fawkes engages in acts designed to shake up the system.
However, this post isn't going to be a typical review - if you want a much clearer, more extensive exploration of the Alan Moore/David Lloyd work, click here. However, not only do I think of this as an excellent work, I'm going to go out on a limb and make the following statement:
V for Vendetta is the graphic novel equivalent of The Prisoner.
Both works deal with big issues - freedom, the individual vs. society, the way power is used and abused. Both works deal with relatively anonymous figures - Number 6 and V, aka "The Man From Room Five" about whom we know little, if anything. Both men take drastic actions against their situations, and aggressively pursue their agendas. Both works are also visually distinctive, and are products of their time visually and thematically. We also see that both protagonists do things that are not necessarily the most positive (V's cruel treatment of Evey to "free" her, Number 6's questionable attitude towards women, "especially the four-legged kind".) Both even assert that being true to oneself is the greatest freedom, and both works were done "on the fly" as it were - no big plan, no critical outline, etc.
However, there are some crucial differences - The Prisoner ends on a curve, suggesting that one can never be free, while V for Vendetta suggests a less cynical end. Number 6 has almost severe contempt for his fellow "inmates", whereas V can demonstrate some compassion, at times.
However, ultimately the difference is the approach of both authors. With Patrick McGoohan, he was coming from Secret Agent, a show which had made him a star. Alan Moore and David Lloyd were relative unknowns, writing a strip that appeared on a weekly basis.
However, both works have a timelessness and speak on themes that, today, seem more fresh than ever. Both are well worth your time.
October 28, 2004
October 27, 2004
Sandman Mystery Theater
I had read the news last night on Yet Another Comics Blog - there would actually be a volume 2 trade paperback of Sandman Mystery Theater, to follow the initial volume 1 which came out (seemingly) ages ago.
Sandman Mystery Theater came out around the same time as James Robinson's Starman (in fact, the two characters had a crossover), and was soon followed by Matt Wagner's take on Dr. Mid-Nite. Of course, this book took the original character of the Golden Age Sandman and simultaneously tweaked it, adding the Neil Gaiman mythos and stripping it to its pulp roots. In the Sandman's world, there were no other costumed heroes (one of the few benefits of DC's rebooting was that, in the "new" history, Sandman was the one who started it all), and the Sandman moved in a world that seemed written in collaboration between Lewis Carroll and Raymond Chandler - a world where dreams, corruption, and moral decay all intermixed, and where the boundary between dreams and reality often blurred.
Each story arc began with a black-and-white dream sequence (after all, Wesley Dodds has an aspect of the Dreaming inside of him, and actually met his supernatural counterpart), and then went into great, 1930's-era tales, either re-telling stories for the first time (The Tarantula, the Crimson Avenger/World's Fair Encounter), creating new stories, or even great spins on classic Golden Age characters. For example, the "Man of the Hour" arc introduced Hourman, but without the classic hood-and-cape costume; here, he was a pulp-style troubleshooter with Miraclo. In "The Mist", we met Ted Knight (the first Starman) and the Mist for the first time, but without the usual trappings or cliches. It was as if a straight line was drawn between Doc Savage, the Shadow, straight through the Sandman.
This was also one of the first books that provided a sense of history and context to the DC Universe. At a time where teams with long histories can be "reintroduced" for the first time at the whim of editors and creators, this was one of the few books (along with James Robinson's Starman) that showed a genuine respect for the characters and history - that treated continuity not as a restriction on creativity, but as a springboard from which greater, stronger stories could be told. In fact, SMT played with continuity, introducing a pudgy, bespectacled Wesley Dodds in the infamous purple-and-gold suit, had a "comic" version in their annual (within the context of a pulp writer's murder), with a knowing wink that said, "We care about these characters, and we know you do too."
Another refreshing aspect of this series - the characterizations. Wesley Dodds wasn't a handsome man about town, but a pudgy, bespectacled intellectual. His relationship with Dian Belmont grows throughout the series, and it is one of the most honest, adult portrayals of male/female relationships ever presented in comics. We see both of them struggle with their growing attraction to each other, and in atypical comics form, not only does Dian figure out Wes' double life, but she becomes an active partner in his life. Some comic writers dealing with, say, arachnid-based powers could learn a lesson or two from this series.
Unfortunately, the series did end abruptly in the middle of an arc, and is not one of the more "popular" DC series. It should only be right that, instead of 2 volumes, the entire series is republished, much like James Robinson's Starman.
This comic is a near-masterpiece, and deserves greater attention. Please don't deny yourself the chance to experience a true hidden gem...at least, until some comics creator decides that he or she can do better.
Sandman Mystery Theater came out around the same time as James Robinson's Starman (in fact, the two characters had a crossover), and was soon followed by Matt Wagner's take on Dr. Mid-Nite. Of course, this book took the original character of the Golden Age Sandman and simultaneously tweaked it, adding the Neil Gaiman mythos and stripping it to its pulp roots. In the Sandman's world, there were no other costumed heroes (one of the few benefits of DC's rebooting was that, in the "new" history, Sandman was the one who started it all), and the Sandman moved in a world that seemed written in collaboration between Lewis Carroll and Raymond Chandler - a world where dreams, corruption, and moral decay all intermixed, and where the boundary between dreams and reality often blurred.
Each story arc began with a black-and-white dream sequence (after all, Wesley Dodds has an aspect of the Dreaming inside of him, and actually met his supernatural counterpart), and then went into great, 1930's-era tales, either re-telling stories for the first time (The Tarantula, the Crimson Avenger/World's Fair Encounter), creating new stories, or even great spins on classic Golden Age characters. For example, the "Man of the Hour" arc introduced Hourman, but without the classic hood-and-cape costume; here, he was a pulp-style troubleshooter with Miraclo. In "The Mist", we met Ted Knight (the first Starman) and the Mist for the first time, but without the usual trappings or cliches. It was as if a straight line was drawn between Doc Savage, the Shadow, straight through the Sandman.
This was also one of the first books that provided a sense of history and context to the DC Universe. At a time where teams with long histories can be "reintroduced" for the first time at the whim of editors and creators, this was one of the few books (along with James Robinson's Starman) that showed a genuine respect for the characters and history - that treated continuity not as a restriction on creativity, but as a springboard from which greater, stronger stories could be told. In fact, SMT played with continuity, introducing a pudgy, bespectacled Wesley Dodds in the infamous purple-and-gold suit, had a "comic" version in their annual (within the context of a pulp writer's murder), with a knowing wink that said, "We care about these characters, and we know you do too."
Another refreshing aspect of this series - the characterizations. Wesley Dodds wasn't a handsome man about town, but a pudgy, bespectacled intellectual. His relationship with Dian Belmont grows throughout the series, and it is one of the most honest, adult portrayals of male/female relationships ever presented in comics. We see both of them struggle with their growing attraction to each other, and in atypical comics form, not only does Dian figure out Wes' double life, but she becomes an active partner in his life. Some comic writers dealing with, say, arachnid-based powers could learn a lesson or two from this series.
Unfortunately, the series did end abruptly in the middle of an arc, and is not one of the more "popular" DC series. It should only be right that, instead of 2 volumes, the entire series is republished, much like James Robinson's Starman.
This comic is a near-masterpiece, and deserves greater attention. Please don't deny yourself the chance to experience a true hidden gem...at least, until some comics creator decides that he or she can do better.
October 26, 2004
True Lies (Not What You Think)...
First, in a blatant attempt to electioneer to my STL City pals and readers, please support the charter amendments and the Proposition K initiatives. This has nothing to do with the title; just a blatant political plug.
Anyway, yesterday we had our monthly staff meeting - mostly, it tends to be more operational, boring staff meeting kind of stuff, but we watched a very interesting video called True Lies.
No, it's not the Arnold Schwartzenegger/Jamie Lee Curtis/James Cameron movie - it was a tape which highlighted how the media lies to teenagers about sex and drugs. Wow, the media actually lies? What a surprise.
Enough sarcasm - this tape made some very interesting, yet almost pointed, insights, including
Basically, he tells parents to go to theaters and, well, encourage them not to show certain movies. Well within their rights, but one of my coworkers made a better point - when his then 11 year-old son wanted to buy a CD that was "questionable", the two of them went and listened to the disc together. The father then agreed to buy the CD if the son would skip over certain tracks.
Just some food for thought...at the very least, some interesting discussion.
Anyway, yesterday we had our monthly staff meeting - mostly, it tends to be more operational, boring staff meeting kind of stuff, but we watched a very interesting video called True Lies.
No, it's not the Arnold Schwartzenegger/Jamie Lee Curtis/James Cameron movie - it was a tape which highlighted how the media lies to teenagers about sex and drugs. Wow, the media actually lies? What a surprise.
Enough sarcasm - this tape made some very interesting, yet almost pointed, insights, including
- Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and other artists promote premarital sex as being all right
- Rap groups promote drug use in their music
- Most movies aimed at teens glorify drug and alcohol use and premarital sex.
Basically, he tells parents to go to theaters and, well, encourage them not to show certain movies. Well within their rights, but one of my coworkers made a better point - when his then 11 year-old son wanted to buy a CD that was "questionable", the two of them went and listened to the disc together. The father then agreed to buy the CD if the son would skip over certain tracks.
Just some food for thought...at the very least, some interesting discussion.
October 25, 2004
October 24, 2004
More Identity Crisis Speculation (satire)
OK, I know I've done this before, but after issue 5....actually, this is more of a comment than speculation.
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Gee, kids, ain't comics fun?
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- The Captain and Iris West had a fling, and resulting pregnancy;
- The Captain had a passionate affair with Joan Garrick;
- Boomerang Jr. loved playing with chemicals in thunderstorms;
- Boomerang Jr. is Wally West's Long-Lost Twin Brother; or
- Barry Allen fooled around with Boomerang's sister.
Gee, kids, ain't comics fun?
This Week's Blog Reading
Never one to have an original idea myself, here are some highlights from the blogosphere...
My friend Brian is looking for costume ideas - please help! (BTW, since I couldn't find a cheap gas mask, I'm going as animated Batman!)
Scott at Polite Dissent encourages you to vote Voodoo!
Psychbloke finds a very interesting piece of 1960s-era England
The best political blog in STL talks about a really dumb plan to handle meth. Even though I'm a warm-and-fuzzy prevention guy, even I have my limits.
Thanks to Ian's Talkin' Chaykin series, I have a much better appreciation for Chaykin's work...and will be checking out a back issue bin near me!
Thanks to Boing Boing for information on L. Ron Hubbard: The School Play Version
Laura's comment on Superman: True Brit pretty much sums up my feeling about this particular artist's work
A shout-out to Screen Rant, my favorite entertainment blog, for this devastating insight as to a possible reason why Paris Hilton got famous. (My conclusion, not his, folks)
Will Pfeifer has given me one more reason to respect him.
Dave at Yet Another Comics Blog gives some other highlights in the blogosphere as well.
My friend Brian is looking for costume ideas - please help! (BTW, since I couldn't find a cheap gas mask, I'm going as animated Batman!)
Scott at Polite Dissent encourages you to vote Voodoo!
Psychbloke finds a very interesting piece of 1960s-era England
The best political blog in STL talks about a really dumb plan to handle meth. Even though I'm a warm-and-fuzzy prevention guy, even I have my limits.
Thanks to Ian's Talkin' Chaykin series, I have a much better appreciation for Chaykin's work...and will be checking out a back issue bin near me!
Thanks to Boing Boing for information on L. Ron Hubbard: The School Play Version
Laura's comment on Superman: True Brit pretty much sums up my feeling about this particular artist's work
A shout-out to Screen Rant, my favorite entertainment blog, for this devastating insight as to a possible reason why Paris Hilton got famous. (My conclusion, not his, folks)
Will Pfeifer has given me one more reason to respect him.
Dave at Yet Another Comics Blog gives some other highlights in the blogosphere as well.
October 23, 2004
National Novel Writing Month
I'm seriously considering this idea..., although I have no idea what I would write about.
Any and all suggestions welcome.
Any and all suggestions welcome.
America, F**** Yeah!
Ok, so I'm getting over a really bad flu, I spent most of yesterday evening sleeping, I had a quick errand to run this morning, and I'm bored at 1:00 pm on a sunny Saturday afternoon. What's a boy to do?
Well, I went to see Team America: World Police, the latest cinematic offering from Trey Parker & Matt Stone, aka the South Park guys. In the words of Stan Marsh, dude, you have got to see this movie.
For a non-spoilerish review of the plot, click here - in my humble opinion, this is their best, all-out funny comedy since Orgazmo (when is this coming out on domestic DVD? Huh? ). It's a puppet-driven take-off of every lame action picture (and, by token, comic book movie) ever made.
The puppets, in a way, help give the movie a much sharper satirical edge than either real actors or animation - they are simultaneous real and phony, and allow the movie to take pot shots at such matters as terrorism, American imperialism, and liberal Hollywood sanctimoniousness. (There's even a vomit scene that rivals the Mr. Creosote sketch in Monty Python's Meaning of Life). Everything is over-the-top and offensive - including the skewering of such figures who have been friendly to Parker and Stone, such as George Clooney and Michael Moore - but that's half the fun of this movie. Much of it, like in earlier Parker/Stone efforts, is the music, which parodies every single musical form, from the hard rock anthem to - I kid you not - a song that simultaneously insults the Ben Affleck abomination Pearl Harbor and declares undying love to another person.
The Bush administration has publicly scolded this movie for not taking terrorism seriously - I suggest that, before you go to vote, you see this movie. You will laugh, you will cry, and you will see two puppets do obscene things to each other onscreen.
Well, I went to see Team America: World Police, the latest cinematic offering from Trey Parker & Matt Stone, aka the South Park guys. In the words of Stan Marsh, dude, you have got to see this movie.
For a non-spoilerish review of the plot, click here - in my humble opinion, this is their best, all-out funny comedy since Orgazmo (when is this coming out on domestic DVD? Huh? ). It's a puppet-driven take-off of every lame action picture (and, by token, comic book movie) ever made.
The puppets, in a way, help give the movie a much sharper satirical edge than either real actors or animation - they are simultaneous real and phony, and allow the movie to take pot shots at such matters as terrorism, American imperialism, and liberal Hollywood sanctimoniousness. (There's even a vomit scene that rivals the Mr. Creosote sketch in Monty Python's Meaning of Life). Everything is over-the-top and offensive - including the skewering of such figures who have been friendly to Parker and Stone, such as George Clooney and Michael Moore - but that's half the fun of this movie. Much of it, like in earlier Parker/Stone efforts, is the music, which parodies every single musical form, from the hard rock anthem to - I kid you not - a song that simultaneously insults the Ben Affleck abomination Pearl Harbor and declares undying love to another person.
The Bush administration has publicly scolded this movie for not taking terrorism seriously - I suggest that, before you go to vote, you see this movie. You will laugh, you will cry, and you will see two puppets do obscene things to each other onscreen.
October 22, 2004
October 21, 2004
Sick Thoughts
These are thoughts that I am having while I am sick, i.e., not feeling well. (I know, I know, the title is misleading...)
Thank God I only have a full day today and a half-day training tomorrow - this weekend is going to be mostly rest, relaxation, soup, and Marx Brothers.
- After reading Identity Crisis # 5, all I have to say is...huh?
- Thanks to Mike at Progressive Ruin, interest in one of my
favorite characters has been revived - I think a quote from Cat in Red Dwarf summarizes how I feel physically:
"I don't wanna live...somebody shoot me in the head
Thank God I only have a full day today and a half-day training tomorrow - this weekend is going to be mostly rest, relaxation, soup, and Marx Brothers.
October 20, 2004
Farenheit 9/11 on DVD
I really did not want to like this movie.
After all the release-era hype, the endless mugging and egotistical preening by Michael Moore, the spirit of "ya gotta see this", the back-and-forth as to whether it's completely accurate...I had gotten sick of the movie before I actually saw it. If it weren't for the fact that I called in sick (I believe I have the cold/flu bug which my co-workers are passing around), I probably would have not even bothered to watch it in one sitting. I wanted so hard to despise this movie, to fling it out of my DVD player and say, "It's just like E.T. - overrated, overamped juvenile crap." (And I had that opinion of E.T. when it first came out)
But I did...and I enjoyed it. To paraphrase Public Enemy, you should believe the hype - this is a movie that asks some very uncomfortable questions, and does so in an unusual way. In fact, the typical Moore antics presented in this movie (reading the Patriot Act in an ice cream truck, soliciting Congressmen to send their children to Iraq) seem out-of-place, and I mean that as a compliment. (And Brent, I'm sorry, but I disagree about Moore being the new Groucho Marx - not only is Moore not as funny, but Groucho was never as partisan as Moore).
This is a movie that moves from alleged business misdealings of our current president to soldiers on the front line in Iraq to increased business opportunities, and moves seamlessly. (Tarantino was right - this gained the prize due to its craft, not its content). This movie makes some unsavory parallels, and suggests that our current "war on terror" is nothing more than a massive cover-up and opportunity for money-making by friends of the current administration. The extra materials on the DVD help support this, including the infamous "post-conference" interview after Bush & Cheney met with the 9/11 Commission.
One scene close to the end of the movie - which Moore could not have staged if he tried - helps encapsulate the current mood of the country. Two mothers from opposite ends of the globe meet, and while they make a connection, a third woman yells, "This is staged, this isn't true." When one of the women - who has suffered greatly due to the "war" - confronts the disruptive woman, she receives a response of "Blame the Al-Quaeda."
Reminds me of "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street" episode of The Twilight Zone
If you are a liberal, you should see this film if only to confirm your worst fears
If you are a conservative, even if you think this film is full of lies, at least you will know what the opposition is thinking.
If you are undecided, this film will help you decide one way or another.
And please - no flames about how I'm a commie pinko liberal; I've known that for years.
After all the release-era hype, the endless mugging and egotistical preening by Michael Moore, the spirit of "ya gotta see this", the back-and-forth as to whether it's completely accurate...I had gotten sick of the movie before I actually saw it. If it weren't for the fact that I called in sick (I believe I have the cold/flu bug which my co-workers are passing around), I probably would have not even bothered to watch it in one sitting. I wanted so hard to despise this movie, to fling it out of my DVD player and say, "It's just like E.T. - overrated, overamped juvenile crap." (And I had that opinion of E.T. when it first came out)
But I did...and I enjoyed it. To paraphrase Public Enemy, you should believe the hype - this is a movie that asks some very uncomfortable questions, and does so in an unusual way. In fact, the typical Moore antics presented in this movie (reading the Patriot Act in an ice cream truck, soliciting Congressmen to send their children to Iraq) seem out-of-place, and I mean that as a compliment. (And Brent, I'm sorry, but I disagree about Moore being the new Groucho Marx - not only is Moore not as funny, but Groucho was never as partisan as Moore).
This is a movie that moves from alleged business misdealings of our current president to soldiers on the front line in Iraq to increased business opportunities, and moves seamlessly. (Tarantino was right - this gained the prize due to its craft, not its content). This movie makes some unsavory parallels, and suggests that our current "war on terror" is nothing more than a massive cover-up and opportunity for money-making by friends of the current administration. The extra materials on the DVD help support this, including the infamous "post-conference" interview after Bush & Cheney met with the 9/11 Commission.
One scene close to the end of the movie - which Moore could not have staged if he tried - helps encapsulate the current mood of the country. Two mothers from opposite ends of the globe meet, and while they make a connection, a third woman yells, "This is staged, this isn't true." When one of the women - who has suffered greatly due to the "war" - confronts the disruptive woman, she receives a response of "Blame the Al-Quaeda."
Reminds me of "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street" episode of The Twilight Zone
If you are a liberal, you should see this film if only to confirm your worst fears
If you are a conservative, even if you think this film is full of lies, at least you will know what the opposition is thinking.
If you are undecided, this film will help you decide one way or another.
And please - no flames about how I'm a commie pinko liberal; I've known that for years.
October 19, 2004
Decisions, Decisions....
Since IE ate my previous, long-winded post (which I'll have to redo from scratch), here's my shorter, to-the-point question:
What should I dress up for this Halloween? My choices include
Thanks!
What should I dress up for this Halloween? My choices include
- Batman (either beyond or current - I have the cowl)
- Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog
- Golden Age Sandman
Thanks!
October 17, 2004
Iron Bladder Joe
This is strictly "for a laugh" - the ignition on my car gave out, and I spent half the day waiting for AAA to arrive. (Unfortunately, I thought it was a key problem - don't blame them).
However, rather than rehashing the whole Green Arrow/Judd Winnick hubbub, I hereby present a piece first written for the Prodigy Comedy Community - it's a cheap laugh, and funnier than anything John Byrne has written.
Thanks for reading!
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The Ballad of Iron Bladder Joe
Here's a story you may not know well
About a super tough guy who was really swell
He was a person you might call a hero
Let me tell you the legend of Iron Bladder Joe
To tell you his talent, well, I could not spoil it,
He could go for days without needing to use the toilet
He drove a train non-stop from Tampa to Juneau
His engineer friends nicknamed him....Iron Bladder Joe
Well he drove that train for miles in places spotty
Yet never once would he need a potty
He had a pet monkey which he named Geraldo
Who was fed his bananas...by Iron Bladder Joe
He loved a woman named Betty Sue Crapper
His talents, as such, well, they did not flap her
She was his woman and he was her beau
There were no lonely weekends for Iron Bladder Joe
On the Rocky Mountain Line he was the ultimate chief
But come bathroom time, he would feel great relief
For hours and hours he'd let his wee wee flow
Then a smile came quickly for Iron Bladder Joe
Joe once went so long in the heat of the son,
And also went so hard he formed the Grand Canyon
Many men tried to beat him, but all could not do so
So no one really challenged Iron Bladder Joe
I'm finishing up on this really neat story,
As we say around these parts, "No Guts, No Glory"
We thank you for coming and enjoying our brief show
Now go and tell your friends about...Iron Bladder Joe
However, rather than rehashing the whole Green Arrow/Judd Winnick hubbub, I hereby present a piece first written for the Prodigy Comedy Community - it's a cheap laugh, and funnier than anything John Byrne has written.
Thanks for reading!
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The Ballad of Iron Bladder Joe
Here's a story you may not know well
About a super tough guy who was really swell
He was a person you might call a hero
Let me tell you the legend of Iron Bladder Joe
To tell you his talent, well, I could not spoil it,
He could go for days without needing to use the toilet
He drove a train non-stop from Tampa to Juneau
His engineer friends nicknamed him....Iron Bladder Joe
Well he drove that train for miles in places spotty
Yet never once would he need a potty
He had a pet monkey which he named Geraldo
Who was fed his bananas...by Iron Bladder Joe
He loved a woman named Betty Sue Crapper
His talents, as such, well, they did not flap her
She was his woman and he was her beau
There were no lonely weekends for Iron Bladder Joe
On the Rocky Mountain Line he was the ultimate chief
But come bathroom time, he would feel great relief
For hours and hours he'd let his wee wee flow
Then a smile came quickly for Iron Bladder Joe
Joe once went so long in the heat of the son,
And also went so hard he formed the Grand Canyon
Many men tried to beat him, but all could not do so
So no one really challenged Iron Bladder Joe
I'm finishing up on this really neat story,
As we say around these parts, "No Guts, No Glory"
We thank you for coming and enjoying our brief show
Now go and tell your friends about...Iron Bladder Joe
October 15, 2004
Comic Twists
Yes, friends, I've picked up my comic stash for this week (that and my semi-regular copy of Doctor Who Monthly), and I have to say that three comics this week provided some twists...two of which came out of nowhere, and which I heartily recommend.
Powers # 5 - why is it the writing on this is so great, yet on Bendis' other books, is incredibly lame? (The only non-Powers work that did it for me was the late, lamented Alias). Maybe it's because these are Bendis' creations, and he may feel more protective of them...I don't know. But I swear, the last few pages are sheer brilliance...
JSA # 66 - Even in ending an arc, there's a 3/4-of-an-issue twist that, quite frankly, I wouldn't expect...but makes a heck of a lot of sense. It's great that least one continuity mistake was cleared up, another arc is being set up...and Jakeem Thunder proves that it's not cool to cheat.
Sentimental favorite, obviously, but one nonetheless.
Green Arrow # 43 - Yes, this is the issue getting the media coverage (couldn't find the Yahoo link - sorry). It might have been more of a shocker if it hadn't come after a relatively by-the-numbers story. (Hey, it's my opinion).
I will definitely have to post on all the rhubard (although my sentiments lay in what Dorian concluded), but here's a little preview:
I would like to thank many individuals for their responses, and to make it easier for them, I will mail them my blog on Winnick written on big paper in crayon, in words of less than one syllable.
Hoo, boy, I am not finished with this one, folks.
Powers # 5 - why is it the writing on this is so great, yet on Bendis' other books, is incredibly lame? (The only non-Powers work that did it for me was the late, lamented Alias). Maybe it's because these are Bendis' creations, and he may feel more protective of them...I don't know. But I swear, the last few pages are sheer brilliance...
JSA # 66 - Even in ending an arc, there's a 3/4-of-an-issue twist that, quite frankly, I wouldn't expect...but makes a heck of a lot of sense. It's great that least one continuity mistake was cleared up, another arc is being set up...and Jakeem Thunder proves that it's not cool to cheat.
Sentimental favorite, obviously, but one nonetheless.
Green Arrow # 43 - Yes, this is the issue getting the media coverage (couldn't find the Yahoo link - sorry). It might have been more of a shocker if it hadn't come after a relatively by-the-numbers story. (Hey, it's my opinion).
I will definitely have to post on all the rhubard (although my sentiments lay in what Dorian concluded), but here's a little preview:
I would like to thank many individuals for their responses, and to make it easier for them, I will mail them my blog on Winnick written on big paper in crayon, in words of less than one syllable.
Hoo, boy, I am not finished with this one, folks.
October 14, 2004
Wacky Schtick Up the Yin-Yang
Cable Access in Chicago in the late 1990's was...well, unique. Programming ranged from the sublime (Comics Explored, a Siskel-and-Ebert-esque take on comics with a guy who looked suspiciously like Mike Sterling) to the ridiculous (Models on Parade, which featured attractive, scantily clad young women dancing. That's it).
And then, there's We're Geniuses in France, which is a sketch comedy show unlike any other. Imagine Ernie Kovacs doing a show for HBO on an SCTV-esque budget, and you'll get a slight taste of this half-hour comedy. I had written about it previously, both on my now relatively out-of-date fanboy page, as well as when I was grand poobah for the now-defunct SBC Prodigy Comedy Community. It's the brainchild of Dale Chapman and Tim Baker, two guys who are kind of like Ponch and Jon of CHiPS, only neither one of them is as obnoxious as Erik Estrada. (Their closest STL counterpart is Matt Sinople, only WGIF's humor is definitely R-rated, in a good way)
Recently, while browsing online, I not only came across their now-moved home page, but also read that they have - gasp - two Best of videos available. Like Pavlov's cocaine-addicted monkey, I sent my check in, hoping for the best (after all, I miss Chicago television) and expecting...at the very least, one or two nostalgic chuckles.
I popped Volume One in, and wondered...where was "Kafkaville"? The infamous George Bush/James Bond parody? Andrew Dice Hitler? Sister Mary Margaret Charo singing, "Someone's doing it doggy style, Lord, kumbaya?" But I realized...what I got was two solid hours of edgy, exciting sketch comedy...the kind of stuff that SNL used to do, that the Kids in the Hall perfected, and that Comedy Central will never, ever show on their channel.
Highlights from both tapes include - "Pulp Hasidim" (pretty much a one-joke take on a Tarantino classic); "Scared Straight - Out of Marriage"; frequent visits from Dr. Francois Cicerelli & the Snakeman of Love; "The Ball Hawk"; vicious parodies of Radio Shack commercials, only featuring Angelina Jolie & Ryan Sandberg; and, as always, wacky shtick up the yin-yang. Volume 1 even features an "uncensored" clip, which is explained on the web site - but even uncensored, it's funny...and features footage from the Models on Parade show.
In short, for $35, you get four - count 'em, four - hours of stuff that you normally wouldn't see in the mainstream. Even for cable access, there's a polish and tightness to the sketches that helps them lose a little Ed Wood-iness. In short, Chicago's best-kept secret shouldn't be kept secret much longer. Head to their web site, purchase the videos, and encourage your kids to do the same. (Steal your kid brother's lunch money, if you have to).
You owe it to yourselves to do this. Trust me.
And then, there's We're Geniuses in France, which is a sketch comedy show unlike any other. Imagine Ernie Kovacs doing a show for HBO on an SCTV-esque budget, and you'll get a slight taste of this half-hour comedy. I had written about it previously, both on my now relatively out-of-date fanboy page, as well as when I was grand poobah for the now-defunct SBC Prodigy Comedy Community. It's the brainchild of Dale Chapman and Tim Baker, two guys who are kind of like Ponch and Jon of CHiPS, only neither one of them is as obnoxious as Erik Estrada. (Their closest STL counterpart is Matt Sinople, only WGIF's humor is definitely R-rated, in a good way)
Recently, while browsing online, I not only came across their now-moved home page, but also read that they have - gasp - two Best of videos available. Like Pavlov's cocaine-addicted monkey, I sent my check in, hoping for the best (after all, I miss Chicago television) and expecting...at the very least, one or two nostalgic chuckles.
I popped Volume One in, and wondered...where was "Kafkaville"? The infamous George Bush/James Bond parody? Andrew Dice Hitler? Sister Mary Margaret Charo singing, "Someone's doing it doggy style, Lord, kumbaya?" But I realized...what I got was two solid hours of edgy, exciting sketch comedy...the kind of stuff that SNL used to do, that the Kids in the Hall perfected, and that Comedy Central will never, ever show on their channel.
Highlights from both tapes include - "Pulp Hasidim" (pretty much a one-joke take on a Tarantino classic); "Scared Straight - Out of Marriage"; frequent visits from Dr. Francois Cicerelli & the Snakeman of Love; "The Ball Hawk"; vicious parodies of Radio Shack commercials, only featuring Angelina Jolie & Ryan Sandberg; and, as always, wacky shtick up the yin-yang. Volume 1 even features an "uncensored" clip, which is explained on the web site - but even uncensored, it's funny...and features footage from the Models on Parade show.
In short, for $35, you get four - count 'em, four - hours of stuff that you normally wouldn't see in the mainstream. Even for cable access, there's a polish and tightness to the sketches that helps them lose a little Ed Wood-iness. In short, Chicago's best-kept secret shouldn't be kept secret much longer. Head to their web site, purchase the videos, and encourage your kids to do the same. (Steal your kid brother's lunch money, if you have to).
You owe it to yourselves to do this. Trust me.
October 12, 2004
Happy Birthday Lester Dent!
Today is the birthday of Lester Dent, although he's probably better known for his creation,which is the wellspring from which most 20th century pop culture has sprung.
(Aside to my STL Homies - who's up for a road trip to LaPlata?)
(Aside to my STL Homies - who's up for a road trip to LaPlata?)
Hard for Me to Say I'm Sorry
Hey, this is what I got when I took this quiz...
(or, as Dorian might ask, "Subtext, What Subtext?")
You're a sap. Either that or it's all just a way
for you to get some ass. You might have an
illegitimate child somewhere.
What band from the 80s are you?
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(or, as Dorian might ask, "Subtext, What Subtext?")
You're a sap. Either that or it's all just a way
for you to get some ass. You might have an
illegitimate child somewhere.
What band from the 80s are you?
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October 11, 2004
October 10, 2004
Sliders & Spikes
They've been a staple of contemporary culture (especially in the Midwest) since 1954. They are often derided, but seem to have some nutritional value. They have been featured in a major Hollywood movie, and like their biggest competitor, have been the target of a really frivolous lawsuit. The only thing they lack is William Shatner's campy spoken word-esque treatment. I'm talking about, of course, sliders.
That's right - White Castle Sliders. Those little 45 cent hamburgers in the little cardboard boxes. They are, in my opinion, one of the highlights of American dining.
Eating one is, in itself, an experience - the slightly crumbly burger, the tangy crunch of the pickle, the crackle of onion, the soggy bun - gives it a unique texture in one's mouth. It's a mixing of flavors, and is an unconventional presentation. In a time when Hardee's has created the "Six Dollar Burger", when McDonald's is the subject of an unflattering documentary, the slider's presentation - small, affordable, in a cardboard box - remains extraordinary. (Plus, the fries are also in an long, rectangular box - no messy paper bags! According to WC, they are known as "spikes")
Affordability is also key - from enjoying them as a quick pick-me-up meal (thanks to coupons in the Chicago Sun-Times) when I was a child, to late post-party dining in college, to enjoying "crave cases" at my friends' parties, sliders have been a staple of my diet. (My slightly doughy figure serves as confirmation of this). Although I wouldn't advocate them as a regular diet staple, as far as "fast foods" go, they are great value for the money.
Finally, they are very simple - White Castle is to fast food what the Ramones were to rock music. Taking the basic ingredients, adding a slight pinch of creativity and hard work, and voila - the Platonic ideal of convenient dining. The fact that there is a White Castle cook-off confirms the versatility of the slider, and for these, we shouldn't make fun of White Castle, but praise it as a highlight of American ingenuity.
Of course, this is strictly my opinion, and am not doing this to either gain free food or even be nominated for the White Castle Hall of Fame, but if either happened...I wouldn't complain.
That's right - White Castle Sliders. Those little 45 cent hamburgers in the little cardboard boxes. They are, in my opinion, one of the highlights of American dining.
Eating one is, in itself, an experience - the slightly crumbly burger, the tangy crunch of the pickle, the crackle of onion, the soggy bun - gives it a unique texture in one's mouth. It's a mixing of flavors, and is an unconventional presentation. In a time when Hardee's has created the "Six Dollar Burger", when McDonald's is the subject of an unflattering documentary, the slider's presentation - small, affordable, in a cardboard box - remains extraordinary. (Plus, the fries are also in an long, rectangular box - no messy paper bags! According to WC, they are known as "spikes")
Affordability is also key - from enjoying them as a quick pick-me-up meal (thanks to coupons in the Chicago Sun-Times) when I was a child, to late post-party dining in college, to enjoying "crave cases" at my friends' parties, sliders have been a staple of my diet. (My slightly doughy figure serves as confirmation of this). Although I wouldn't advocate them as a regular diet staple, as far as "fast foods" go, they are great value for the money.
Finally, they are very simple - White Castle is to fast food what the Ramones were to rock music. Taking the basic ingredients, adding a slight pinch of creativity and hard work, and voila - the Platonic ideal of convenient dining. The fact that there is a White Castle cook-off confirms the versatility of the slider, and for these, we shouldn't make fun of White Castle, but praise it as a highlight of American ingenuity.
Of course, this is strictly my opinion, and am not doing this to either gain free food or even be nominated for the White Castle Hall of Fame, but if either happened...I wouldn't complain.
October 9, 2004
Whadda Week!
This week has been a real blur - a trip to Jefferson City for a mandatory meeting, tons of work catch-up/project maintanence...sometimes, I wish that I were cloned. Might help me get things done...so, in that spirit, some random unconnected thoughts...
Tonight, it's MCing a fundraiser, then heading to a friend's birthday party. My mojo's fully working, and I'm digging the down time.
- I enjoyed New Frontier # 6 - indeed, I dug the whole series...but did it have to be so frickin' long? It doesn't live up to all the hype (what can?), and it's mostly an Elseworlds series (since it lies outside of continuity), but couldn't it have been two issues shorter?
- Thanks to this article on the Doom Patrol, not only was I reminded of why I dug the series so much in my younger days, but it also helps explain why John Byrne's "reboot" leaves me cold. (Thank God for DC's Archive series).
- You know, if I weren't a counselor/community dude, I would to be one of those CSI/forensic guys, if only because I know way too much useless information...
- Why is it that I find every episode of The Office extremely funny, yet all but one episode of Sealab 2021 extremely lame?
- Thankfully, I'm all signed up to volunteer for the St. Louis International Film Festival through Cinema St. Louis Prepare for some massive bloggin' on some cool films, people.
- Added a few blogs in my blogroller, including one from a woman who really likes falafel and another from a semi-Internet celebrity.
- Re: the infamous Amazing Spider-Man # 512...I'm come to expect that from a guy who, in an episode of Babylon 5, posited that the only reason we go into space is that our icons will be forgotten and that we want to be remembered. (And to be completely fair, I like JMS' work when it's really good; when it's bad, it's...mediocre).
Tonight, it's MCing a fundraiser, then heading to a friend's birthday party. My mojo's fully working, and I'm digging the down time.
October 5, 2004
Linking Policy & Huge Favor
First, in the spirit of Boing Boing's linking policy, you can only link if you send me your credit card and PIN numbers, a pint of blood, and all the Marx Brothers' movies on DVD.
(Actually, link to your heart's connect - all these people did! And they suffered no ill effects!
Also, if you know of anyone who lives in Ballwin, MO, please let me know ASAP. We're doing some legislative work, and need constituents!
(Actually, link to your heart's connect - all these people did! And they suffered no ill effects!
Also, if you know of anyone who lives in Ballwin, MO, please let me know ASAP. We're doing some legislative work, and need constituents!
Office Under Siege: Part Deux
My office has been held under siege for the past week...all due to new carpeting.
That's right - the landlords at our office looked kindly upon us, and allowed my employer the opportunity to redo the carpeting in our "common areas" (hallway, reception area, and lunch room). Which has meant that, for the past few weeks, I have been "Fetch and Carry Boy". Yes, being the only strapping male in the building, I get stuck with the heavy lifting. But enough self-pity.
One of the interesting things that happened was, in one of our libraries, asbestos tile was located. That's right - asbestos, which upon inhaling, causes one potential harmful side effects, including an unhealthy obsession with Gilbert Gottfried. Our executive director made his rounds last week, informing everyone that we were well below the safety thresholds, and that, at most, we would suffer under the delusion that we were Paul Lynde.
Anyway, the vacuums are a blazin', and they're laying down new carpeting, which is a nice, dark, gray-and-magenta number. However, it also means dust (which bothers my allergies), loud noises, a lack of privacy (my door's been removed - bloody peasants!), and all-out wackiness.
Thank God I am out of the office most of this week anyway...but I'm grateful. I have one of the nicer offices in the building, my computer's OK, and I saw End of the Century, the Citizen Kane of documentaries about the Ramones. I mean, let's face it, any film that mentions that Dee Dee lost the singer gig because "he couldn't sing and play bass at the same time" is an instant classic.
Later, dudes (and dudettes!)
That's right - the landlords at our office looked kindly upon us, and allowed my employer the opportunity to redo the carpeting in our "common areas" (hallway, reception area, and lunch room). Which has meant that, for the past few weeks, I have been "Fetch and Carry Boy". Yes, being the only strapping male in the building, I get stuck with the heavy lifting. But enough self-pity.
One of the interesting things that happened was, in one of our libraries, asbestos tile was located. That's right - asbestos, which upon inhaling, causes one potential harmful side effects, including an unhealthy obsession with Gilbert Gottfried. Our executive director made his rounds last week, informing everyone that we were well below the safety thresholds, and that, at most, we would suffer under the delusion that we were Paul Lynde.
Anyway, the vacuums are a blazin', and they're laying down new carpeting, which is a nice, dark, gray-and-magenta number. However, it also means dust (which bothers my allergies), loud noises, a lack of privacy (my door's been removed - bloody peasants!), and all-out wackiness.
Thank God I am out of the office most of this week anyway...but I'm grateful. I have one of the nicer offices in the building, my computer's OK, and I saw End of the Century, the Citizen Kane of documentaries about the Ramones. I mean, let's face it, any film that mentions that Dee Dee lost the singer gig because "he couldn't sing and play bass at the same time" is an instant classic.
Later, dudes (and dudettes!)
October 4, 2004
Not From Miss Cleo
Why am I not surprised?
You are the Hermit card. The Hermit has chosen a solitary spiritual path. He shines light on his inner self and, by this means, gains wisdom. The Hermit's home is the natural world and it is by being in tune with that world that he learns the laws of nature and learn how they operate within himself. His path is a lonely one as he lives in silence and has for companionship only his own internal rhythms.
But those crossing his path are touched by his light and wisdom. Though often alone, he manages nevertheless to instruct those who meet him and guides those who chose to follow him on a path towards enlightenment. Image from The Aleister Crowley Tarot deck.
http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/thoth/
Which Tarot Card Are You?
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You are the Hermit card. The Hermit has chosen a solitary spiritual path. He shines light on his inner self and, by this means, gains wisdom. The Hermit's home is the natural world and it is by being in tune with that world that he learns the laws of nature and learn how they operate within himself. His path is a lonely one as he lives in silence and has for companionship only his own internal rhythms.
But those crossing his path are touched by his light and wisdom. Though often alone, he manages nevertheless to instruct those who meet him and guides those who chose to follow him on a path towards enlightenment. Image from The Aleister Crowley Tarot deck.
http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/thoth/
Which Tarot Card Are You?
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October 3, 2004
Welcome Home, Mom!
Just a post for my mother, who is getting back from the hospital on Monday. She had gastro-something which I can't spell.
Anyway, just for her, pictures of kitties from one of my favorite blogs.
Enjoy!
Anyway, just for her, pictures of kitties from one of my favorite blogs.
Enjoy!
October 2, 2004
Random Thoughts on A Saturday Night
Long day - had to work late in Chesterfield last night (luckily, it was proof positive the kids aren't into the whole "loud-guitar-and-headbanging" music scene); got a call that my mom's in the hospital with some gastrointestinal something-or-other; then, had to work an event in northern Jefferson County. Tomorrow will be calling Mom to make sure she's all right, another call to my cousin, and seeing Ramones: End of the Century at the Tivoli (where I recently saw Shaun of the Dead)
Anyway, onto some random thoughts before bedtime...
Right now, In Search of the Trojan War is playing on my DVD - being the mythology/history geek that I am (which resulted from my being a comic geek), it is six hours of sheer heaven.
Is it just me, or is DC: The New Frontier the mini-series that seemed suggested at the end of James Robinson's Golden Age?
OK, Mike's obsession with Swamp Thing is one thing; however, Comic Treadmill has gone too far. I mean, cheesy sixties tunes about the Justice League? I mean, OK, they sent me a kewl invite for Gmail...but guys, you need rehab, quick. I'll have to consult with Polite Dissent, so that I don't make any mistakes.
Just read Mike Waid's "Unthinkable" arc in Fantastic Four: loved the "take" on Dr. Doom, but why was I so...underwhelmed at the end?
Thank God for small favors - you can buy the Marx Brothers' A Night at the Opera and A Day At the Races outside of the Warners' boxed set. Why waste money when those two movies are their MGM masterpieces?
Also caught that the newest Doctor Who DVDs - for Earthshock and Pyramids of Mars - were just released. You know, if my landlord wasn't so particular about me paying rent....
I may have mentioned this before - my favorite Chicago cable access show, We're Geniuses in France, has released two best-of tapes. Now, if only episodes of Svengoolie were commercially available...(and to my St. Louis homies - no, I ain't planning on moving anytime soon)
This week - more meetings, a pal's birthday, and I begin a cool pop culture class. Stay tuned, kids!
Anyway, onto some random thoughts before bedtime...
Right now, In Search of the Trojan War is playing on my DVD - being the mythology/history geek that I am (which resulted from my being a comic geek), it is six hours of sheer heaven.
Is it just me, or is DC: The New Frontier the mini-series that seemed suggested at the end of James Robinson's Golden Age?
OK, Mike's obsession with Swamp Thing is one thing; however, Comic Treadmill has gone too far. I mean, cheesy sixties tunes about the Justice League? I mean, OK, they sent me a kewl invite for Gmail...but guys, you need rehab, quick. I'll have to consult with Polite Dissent, so that I don't make any mistakes.
Just read Mike Waid's "Unthinkable" arc in Fantastic Four: loved the "take" on Dr. Doom, but why was I so...underwhelmed at the end?
Thank God for small favors - you can buy the Marx Brothers' A Night at the Opera and A Day At the Races outside of the Warners' boxed set. Why waste money when those two movies are their MGM masterpieces?
Also caught that the newest Doctor Who DVDs - for Earthshock and Pyramids of Mars - were just released. You know, if my landlord wasn't so particular about me paying rent....
I may have mentioned this before - my favorite Chicago cable access show, We're Geniuses in France, has released two best-of tapes. Now, if only episodes of Svengoolie were commercially available...(and to my St. Louis homies - no, I ain't planning on moving anytime soon)
This week - more meetings, a pal's birthday, and I begin a cool pop culture class. Stay tuned, kids!
October 1, 2004
Bad Movies Galore
I'm crashing right now - a one-day trip to Jefferson City, followed by a run-in with my pal Brian (who was at my comic shop trying to find the infamous Cherry Poptart/Strawberry Shortcake crossover hardcover, plus trying to deal with a one-day rally for middle school students this morning (including a futile attempt to sway two bus drivers from moving their buses)...at times, it felt like a bad movie, so I thought, hey, why not write about bad movies.
First, I think we owe Joel Schumacher a small apology - even though he's blamed for "ruining" the Batman movie franchise, the seeds were sown (in my opinion) by Tim Burton in Batman Returns Yes, it has its strengths - basically Michelle Pfeiffer and Michael Keaton's performances - but all-in-all, Mr. Burton gave the ingredients for Mr. Schumaker to exploit. It's all there: over-the-top performances (both Christopher Walken as William Hartnell's Doctor Who and Danny DeVito, who allegedly gained 50 pounds from chewing so much scenery); out-of-nowhere plot twists (just how did Penguin get the plans for the Batmobile - from the Internet?); and some less-than-stellar psychobabble about masks and duality...hoo, boy, and you thought the Batman comics were incomprehensible?
It's not as bad, however, as 8 Mile, the film which both started and ended rapper Eminem's career. OK, "Lose Yourself" is a great song, but that is the only good thing about this movie. Eminem stars as himself, with Brittany Murphy as the skanky love interest (and has Ms. Murphy ever starred as anything other than a skanky love interest? If not, she might want to consider changing agents) and Kim Basinger as the alcoholic mother (because every bad movie needs a dysfunctional mother figure). It's all there - the outsider who wants to get into the "predominant" culture, the good guys vs. bad guys motif...this movie is sheer cliche, from beginning to end. It also seems that Eminem has two looks - serious and the near-psychotic look, which would make him the Generation X version of Anthony Perkins. Of course, that is an insult to Mr. Perkins, and I hereby apologize to the late actor.
(And if any of Mr. Eminem's "posse" wants to "throw down", think of this - the guy was scared publicly by a frickin' rubber dog puppet. Yeah, he's somebody who intimidates me).
So, if you're tempted to rent/watch any of these movies, please don't. See something worthwhile, like Shaun of the Dead. You'll thank me for it later.
First, I think we owe Joel Schumacher a small apology - even though he's blamed for "ruining" the Batman movie franchise, the seeds were sown (in my opinion) by Tim Burton in Batman Returns Yes, it has its strengths - basically Michelle Pfeiffer and Michael Keaton's performances - but all-in-all, Mr. Burton gave the ingredients for Mr. Schumaker to exploit. It's all there: over-the-top performances (both Christopher Walken as William Hartnell's Doctor Who and Danny DeVito, who allegedly gained 50 pounds from chewing so much scenery); out-of-nowhere plot twists (just how did Penguin get the plans for the Batmobile - from the Internet?); and some less-than-stellar psychobabble about masks and duality...hoo, boy, and you thought the Batman comics were incomprehensible?
It's not as bad, however, as 8 Mile, the film which both started and ended rapper Eminem's career. OK, "Lose Yourself" is a great song, but that is the only good thing about this movie. Eminem stars as himself, with Brittany Murphy as the skanky love interest (and has Ms. Murphy ever starred as anything other than a skanky love interest? If not, she might want to consider changing agents) and Kim Basinger as the alcoholic mother (because every bad movie needs a dysfunctional mother figure). It's all there - the outsider who wants to get into the "predominant" culture, the good guys vs. bad guys motif...this movie is sheer cliche, from beginning to end. It also seems that Eminem has two looks - serious and the near-psychotic look, which would make him the Generation X version of Anthony Perkins. Of course, that is an insult to Mr. Perkins, and I hereby apologize to the late actor.
(And if any of Mr. Eminem's "posse" wants to "throw down", think of this - the guy was scared publicly by a frickin' rubber dog puppet. Yeah, he's somebody who intimidates me).
So, if you're tempted to rent/watch any of these movies, please don't. See something worthwhile, like Shaun of the Dead. You'll thank me for it later.
Political Bowling
Based on this news item, I'm going to do my best for democracy and invite my good friend Mark to a bowling match.
More news forthcoming!
More news forthcoming!
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