Last Comic Standing

Since I currently find myself with excessive amounts of free time, I stopped by my parents’ house yesterday with the intention of retrieving my old comicbooks. My main period of comic collecting (aside from Hellboy in the last year or so) was 1991-1992; it began with Wolverine #41 and ended with X-Men #20, from what I can tell. In any event, I knew my old comics were buried somewhere in our terrifying cluttered attic. I went up there, fully expecting to spend the next two hours climbing over boxes and generally making the attic an even worse mess, when, to my shock, I discovered my father had cleaned the entire attic. At first I thought this might be a bad thing; I’d had a vague notion of where my comics had been. To my surprise, it only took me about thirty seconds to find the comics box.

Looking over those old comics was an interesting experience. I was a fan dead-center in the period where artists were very much trumping writers; the comics I was reading were being plotted and even written by the likes of Rob Liefeld and Todd McFarlane. Bleh. Some of these comics had decent writers—Larry Hama on Wolverine, Chris Claremont on X-Men, Peter David on Incredible Hulk—but for the most part this was a very style-over-substance era. I’ve also been reading old collections of 1960s comics, where Stan Lee ended every line of dialogue with an exclamation mark, but the dialogue in many of these comics is much worse—like a buffoonish caricature of Lee’s expository-heavy style.

In light of my recent resurgence of interest in comics, I’ve started flipping through some recent Marvel and DC comics, and even picking up a graphic novel or two. My feelings are mixed. On the one hand, the writing is definitely better, now that we’re in the Writer’s Age of Comics (Warren Ellis, Brian Michael Bendis, Neil Gaiman, Joss Whedon, Mark Millar, Grant Morrison, and so forth—I leave out Alan Moore only because he hasn’t written much lately). But my God, are these companies obsessed with their superhero worlds, what with the Infinite Crises and Civil Wars. Every comic has ten characters in it, be they villains or heroes.

Am I old-fashioned because I’d like to read a story where Batman foils a normal human terrorist, or Wolverine, say, sneaks into Iraq to save a Canadian captive? I’d like to see some small-scale stories and some good characterization. Maybe that’s happening in some places…J_Stone informs me that DC has been quite good lately. I’m not as fond of the DC characters, except maybe for Batman and/or Superman, but I could try them. Unfortunately I don’t really like the concept of the Ultimate Marvel universe…I can’t really say why, other than I just prefer the mainstream world.

Of course, I really haven’t bought many comics lately. I keep telling myself I’ll buy various series when they come out as trade paperbacks, and in the meantime I’m enjoying myself more by reading old 1960s and 1970s comics alongside my goofy 1990s ones. But for a good perspective on why people like me have mixed feelings about today’s comics, check out this excellent article by Greg Hatcher: A Friday Spider-Epiphany. Hatcher’s theory is that

There’s two groups of fans reading superhero comics right now, the illusion-of-change fans and the real-change fans, and each one is absolutely convinced that the other group is going to destroy their beloved superheroes. And it terrifies them, because they both love comics fiercely, and neither can stand the idea that they might get taken away. So each group is constantly yelling at the other to for Christ’s sake STOP it, d’you have any idea what you’re doing? I suspect that this underlies a lot of that free-floating fan anger out there. This is why so many comic book message boards have the social niceties of Mad Max’s Thunderdome.

I think Hatcher may be on to something here. For instance, the only Marvel or DC comic I’m reading regularly at the moment is Wolverine: Origins, which I’m trying out solely because it features Wolverine back in the brown costume I first encountered him in. So where does that put me? I suspect I prefer the illusion of change to real change. I agree with Hatcher, if you want to make real changes, create a new character (as Mike Mignola did with Hellboy) and maybe even a new universe (like Ultimate Marvel or All-Star DC). (That said, I loved what Peter David did with the Hulk during his run—joining the three personalities into one—and I always thought it was a shame they brought back the dumb savage Hulk, cool as he is.)

New review: The Rundown

Usually I’ll be posting new reviews on the main blog, but since this movie came out three years ago, I simply added it to the review category. You can read the review here: The Rundown.

The Rundown

Yes, this movie came out three years ago, but I missed it then and didn’t see it until two years later on video. I happened to catch it on cable the other day, and again I was reminded of how damned fun the movie is and decided to review it.

I grew up watching the action films of the late 1980s and early ’90s. This is generally considered a pretty good era for action movies, falling smack-dab in the middle of the Schwarzenegger Epoch. Movies like Commando and Predator are great guilty-pleasure classics, while Total Recall and Terminator 2 rise above the genre enough to mitigate some of that guilt.

Action movies in the 1980s tended to be military-based; in the ’90s we got a lot of police thrillers. What we didn’t get is the “adventure” action film—something that George Lucas and Stephen Spielberg had singlehandedly rejuvenated with the Indiana Jones films. Sure, we had a Romancing the Stone here and a Medicine Man there, but the adventure flick was quickly abandoned in favor of countless John Woo-style crime thrillers and science fiction flicks.

Of course, “adventure” films used to be the only type of action film there was—movies like King Solomon’s Mines. Movies with charming leading men, beautiful but still tough leading women, and exotic locations. That’s the sort of film we get with The Rundown.

If you’ve never seen it, go and rent it. If you demand a plot summary first, it’s this: the Rock plays a mob enforcer trying to get out from his contract with his mob boss. The boss agrees to free him if he performs just one last job: track down his son, who’s running around South America looking for a priceless ancient artifact. But there’s a problem: a corrupt businessman, played by Christopher Walken (who is allowed to run riot, acting-wise), is also after the artifact.

Really, I can only list the pleasures of this movie. There’s the Rock, a competent actor with great screen presence and an even better sense of humor, who plays a marvelous straight man to Sean William Scott. The Rock, unlike Schwarzenegger, understands exactly how to play the straight man, and more importantly, he seems to know it’s a better role for him than being the funny guy. (My friends and I are eagerly hoping that Blowback, a buddy flick starring the Rock and Ryan Reynolds as cops, gets made.) He also handles the action sequences with more aplomb than Arnie and finds just the right balance between taking it all seriously and keeping a touch of self-consciousness. What I’m saying is this: the Rock may not be the next Olivier, but he is the best action movie star I’ve ever seen. I’m no wrestling fan and I found The Scorpion King a little dumb, but The Rundown made me a lifelong fan of Mr. Dwayne Johnson.

Scott does a good job too. Like Keanu Reeves and Ashton Kutcher before him, Scott has escaped his initial second-banana role (in American Pie) to become the most successful star of that film. He’s a great foil for the Rock.

Other pleasures: the beautiful jungle scenery (El Dorado by way of Hawaii, but still beautiful). The beautiful Rosario Dawson. The guide with the incomprehensibly thick Scottish accent. The monkeys (“Get outta here, monkey!”).

And of course, Walken’s wonderfully insane acting. There is some seriously vintage Walken in this movie, which reaches a new peak with this diatribe:

I feel like a little boy who’s lost his first tooth, put it under his pillow, waiting for the tooth-fairy to come. Only two evil burglars have crept in my window, and snatched it, before she could get here…wait a second, do you understand the concept of the tooth-fairy? Explain it to them…wait. She takes the god damned thing, and gives you a quarter. They’ve got my tooth. I want it back.

The Rundown is easily my favorite action film of the last ten years. Or, heck, probably since Terminator 2. No, it’s not quite the classic like King Solomon’s Mines or The African Queen, but it’s the epitome of a good, fun action movie, and I hope the Rock is smart enough to make more like it.

666

No, this isn’t a commentary on the Mark of the Beast—rather, it’s a birthday shout-out to my good cousin and friend Ed of The Ed Zone. Ed turns—well, I don’t actually know but I assume it’s in the early– to mid-thirties, meaning he is now firmly ensconced in the life decade associated with 1980s television dramas (that’s thirtysomething for those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, which, since I never watched the show, arguably includes me).

Growing up, Ed was always one of my coolest cousins. He had a bedroom with spaceship wallpaper (it may even have been Star Wars), lots of toys, and he introduced me to what would become a lifelong passion: cheesy Godzilla movies. He also gave me a very awesome 2-foot-high Godzilla toy, which I had the pleasure of returning to him a few years ago at his wife Andrea’s first baby shower.

Other fond memories of Ed include watching his high school performance in Annie and trading Simpsons references ad nauseum at countless family gatherings. And of course there’s the infamous bath story, which has livened up many a family holiday.

So today, Ed, I offer you the toast I saw last night on Good Eats: May all your joys be pure joys, and all your pain champagne.

Reviews galore

I spent the greater part of the day adding a library of my old movie reviews to the site—reviews that go all the way back to my college days in 1999. I did it all rather quickly, so I’m sure there will be some broken links and other errors–please leave a comment if you see one so I can fix it.

Reading them now, especially the older reviews, I can see that they’re in some places a bit naïve, but they make for good reading and practically doubled the amount of site content. Included are my infamous negative reviews of The Matrix, Fight Club and The Phantom Menace (all of which I still stand by), as well as some puzzlers—I saw Anywhere But Here? and Drop Dead Gorgeous? and Arlington Road? I can’t remember anything about Arlington Road except that Tim Robbins was in it.

Feel free to comment on the reviews, but realize that I may not be willing to go to bat for them anymore—again, I was never a professional reviewer (well, except for a couple months in summer ’03), and I was even more clueless then than I am now.

Site updates

On the advice of Sean, I’ve changed a few things about the commenting system. When you click to add a comment, you’re now sent to the comments section of the individual archive page, rather than getting a pop-up window.

Also, I’ve added a “Recent Comments” section to the sidebar on the main page, and a Last 100 Comments page (also available in a link below the Recent Comments).

There does seem to be an issue with the browser remembering previous login information, but I’m not sure where it’s occurring. I’m working on that. Anyway, if you have any problems, just let me know. And if you like the new format, let me know that too. Feedback is always appreciated.

Big Mac

Sean has written a post about the current Apple ad campaign over on OB1og. Go read it. It’s not very long. I’ll wait right here.

Have you read it all? Good.

The ads star, as Sean so aptly put it, “the slacker kid from NBC’s underrated series Ed—wait, wait…you are probably more familiar with his role in Dodgeball,” as representing a Mac, clad in jeans, a rumpled T-shirt or jacket, and an attitude. The PC is represented by a balding guy in a tweed suit and glasses. How delightfully ironically satirical in its obviousness! The Mac guy spends his time talking about all the stuff his computer can do that the PC can’t—most of which is misleading at best—and the PC guy ends up looking like he needs to find a phone and call that other purveyor of irritating television ads, Enzyte.

If you haven’t seen the ads and enjoy being annoyed, you can watch them all here.

If was the fifth or sixth time we saw one of the ads that DG said she found them irritating. I agreed wholeheartedly. Most people don’t like to watch people being humiliated. It makes them uncomfortable. I know people who refuse to watch Bush’s (rare) unscripted press conferences for this very reason. Although, the success of reality television does seem to go against this conventional wisdom somewhat, I’ll admit.

Usually, however, when we watch someone pick on someone else, it makes us uncomfortable and creates negative feelings toward the bully. This is how I feel when I watch the hapless guy in the tweed jacket get subtly mocked by Justin Long. You just know the poor guy has a hard enough time without carelessly-clad twenty-somethings making him look like an idiot. This isn’t some alpha male corporate executive jackass, this is the poor schmo in Accounts Payable who’s been passed over for promotion three times and has to deal with irate vendors all day.

Frankly, I’m not sure who these ads are supposed to be appealing to (except to the people who already use Macs, as Sean suggests), but I am sure that I don’t want to know the type of person they appeal to–smug, condescending people who believe making employees wear suits is a crime against humanity. I’m no fan of suits—as many family, friends, and people I just met can attest—but I don’t hold anything against those that do.

All that said, the ads might have worked if, instead of a harmless-looking drone, the PC guy was represented by a power-mad executive type who’s made to look like a fool. People would love that. But maybe that idea hit a bit too close to home for the Mac execs…

Happy birthday Aria

Ed’s daughter Aria turns one today. I just want to wish Aria a very happy birthday! May you recieve lots of toys and goodies, and remember, stay away from the dog food—it’s not for people. I had to learn that the hard way.

X-Men: The Last Blurb

(Note: Yeah, I said my “blurbs” would not be real reviews. Apparently I lied. Sosumi.)

It’s rare that I get out to the theater to see any movie these days, what with $10 ticket prices that include ten minutes of ads followed by enough film trailers that by the time the movie comes on, I’ve forgotten what I was there to see. It’s even rarer that I get out to see a movie on its opening weekend. But rarest of all is that beast known as the midnight showing. I can’t remember the last midnight showing I went to (if ever).

But somehow, someone convinced me to see X-Men: The Last Stand, a.k.a. X3 in the theater. The third and allegedly final entry in the film franchise that begin with X-Men in 2000, X3 appears to have done very well for itself this weekend, opening with a whopping $44 million take for Friday alone. How long can this go on, I wonder? We seem to be smack dab in a superhero movie fad, as disaster movies were the big thing from the mid-to-late nineties (Independence Day, Volcano, Dante’s Peak, Hard Rain, Deep Impact, Armageddon, Godzilla, and the king of them all, Titanic–the Poseidon remake was about ten years too late). We’ve got Superman Returns later this summer, a Batman Begins sequel in the works, and Marvel has a pile of films coming soon (including Spider-Man 3, Ghost Rider and sequels to Fantastic Four and 2003’s ill-received Hulk). There’s even a plan for a film featuring X-Men‘s Wolverine in a solo adventure, which seems a lock now, given the success of X3. How long will the superhero vogue last? I give it until at least 2008–ten years after the release of Blade, the film that started the Marvel film revolution.

But I digress. How is X3? Well, suffice to say that the official reviews by people who are paid to review movies are, in a word, mixed. The film has a rather dismal 52% rating at Rotten Tomatoes, but from what I can tell, the word-of-mouth among fans and non-fans alike seems fairly positive.

The first two X-Men films were treasures, blockbuster films that were better than they had to be. Most of that is due to director Bryan Singer, who made his name with the avant-garde hit The Usual Suspects and then immediately set about making superhero films (much like Christopher Nolan, who went from Memento to Batman Begins, much to the chagrin of cultural gatekeepers such as David Denby). But Singer left X3 to do Superman Returns, which at least one critic likened to Johnny Damon leaving the Red Sox for the Yankees (for those not in the know, the X-Men belong to Marvel Comics, whereas Superman is the flagship hero of their biggest rival, DC Comics). Singer was replaced by Brett Ratner, whose previous achievements included the two Rush Hour films and the Silence of the Lambs prequel Red Dragon.

I was a bit concerned about Ratner, but I think he did the best he could with the script he was given. I don’t think X3 is the hateful mess that, say, Walter Chaw does. It is, however, a bit of a mess, with too many characters, too many unresolved subplots, and too many themes to be explored in its brisk 104-minute running time.

The story, with minimal spoilers, is as follows: the U.S. government has come up with a “cure” for mutants using the mutation-cancelling powers of a mutant boy called Leech. Magneto (Ian McKellen), the anti-hero/villain of the first two films and a Holocaust survivor, believes this amounts to a form of genocide and organizes a mutant rebel force to storm the government complex (on Alcatraz, no less) and kill Leech. Opposing Magneto’s Malcolm X is his MLK-like former partner and friend, Professor Charles Xavier (Patrick Stewart) and his students, the X-Men.

There’s also a subplot involving the fate of Jean Grey (Famke Janssen), who was apparently killed at the end of the second film. And there are many, many other subplots, which I won’t go into detail here, except to mention the two better ones: the introduction of fan-favorite X-Man Kitty Pryde (charming newcomer Ellen Page), who can phase through walls, and the triangle that develops between her, Bobby “Iceman” Drake, and Rogue (Anna Paquin), whose mutation prevents her from ever touching anyway. The idea of a “cure” is a tantalizing one for a mutant like Rogue.

Newcomers include Beast, played by an ideally cast Kesley Grammer, a mutant with fur as blue as Grover and a sesquipedalian vocabulary. Beast serves as a secretary of mutant affairs on the presidental cabinet and is a former student of Xavier. There’s also the Juggernaut (Vinnie Jones), a super-strong mutant who can’t be stopped–by anything–once he gets up a head of steam.

Returning from the previous films is the slithery Mystique (Rebecca Romijn), Cyclops (James Marsden, who’s in very little of the film owing to double-duty in Singer’s Superman Returns), Storm (Halle Berry, who gets a lot more screen time in this one, for better or for worse), and of course Wolverine (Hugh Jackman), the Canadian son of the soil who can produce nine-inch steel claws from his knuckles.

Wolverine was a minor character introduced in an issue of The Incredible Hulk as “the first Canadian superhero” who went on to become one of Marvel Comics’ most successful characters (after the Hulk himself and, of course, Spider-Man). Singer somehow found the ideal Jackman and cast him in the role, and by X3, Wolverine has become the franchise’s main character (and Jackman arguably the most bankable actor, except for perhaps McKellen). Personally, I think Wolverine works best either solo or as a supporting character in a team book–not as the protagonist of a team book–but Jackman brings enough to the character that he’s able to carry the films.

That said, there’s still a lot to nitpick in X3. The story is rushed and much more plot-based than either of the previous movies. There are very few of the wonderful, low-key character moments we got in the earlier films and a much heavier emphasis on action (including an entirely superfluous action sequence with Wolverine in the forest). X-Men was virtually action-free, as superhero movies go; X2 upped the ante nicely and probably struck the right balance between characterization, plot and action; and X3 gives us mostly action, with some plot and a wee bit of characterization.

The greatest disappointment is Janssen’s Jean Grey, who has virtually nothing to do for most of the film, and what she does do has no clear context or motivation. Fans of the famous “Dark Phoenix Saga” from the comics will be justifiably dismayed by its handling (or lack thereof) here. The film also completely shortchanges the long history between Grey and Cyclops from the comics in favor of focusing on the more popular Wolverine/Jackman.

However, I will say this: the filmmakers have guts. Much like the largely forgettable Terminator 3, X3 is the weakest of the franchise’s three films, but redeems itself somewhat by going for broke in a way most summer blockbusters wouldn’t dare. If you’re not sure what I’m getting at, let me say this (spoiler alert):

There’s a good reason the next film will be a Wolverine solo flick.

“Action” figure?

I don’t watch Lost, but mostly because I know I would probably become obsessed with it and I have enough obsessions in my life. But I was amused to see that ball (as in base) enthusiast Todd McFarlane is producing Lost “action” figures. The first wave of statu–I mean, figures will feature Merry from Lord of the Rings sitting on a pipe.

Now, I’ll grant Todd his due respect for revolutionizing the toy industry and raising the bar for sculpting through the roof. But I just don’t see the appeal of this sort of thing. If a figure has at least a little articulation, then for me, it crosses the line from mere collectible to something with some use value, something that can inspire the imagination a bit. But that’s another blog post…

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