The recent announcement of Ben Affleck as being the next actor to don the cape and cowl created quite the uproar in the fan base across the internet. So if you aren’t sure how people have been dealing with the news, here is a handy little guide to the five stages of Batfleck greif:
First Stage: Denial – This is a joke right? I mean who in their right mind would cast the guy who played Daredevil to play one of the most beloved characters in all of comics? I mean really? This can’t be true. I’ll check with google…
*Five minutes later*
Second Stage: Anger – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? AFLECK??? THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL AFLECK CAN PLAY BATMAN. I’M NOT GOING TO SEE THIS MOVIE!!! THEY’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!!! SO MUCH FOR A JUSTICE LEAGE MOVIE NOW!!! WHY? WHY? WHY???? Fuck this, I’m hitting twitter…
Zack Synder’s Man of Steel was a huge area of concern for me when it was announced. As I have said before, I have not been a real big fan of the reboots. While this movie is FAR from perfect, I am happy to say that I was pleasantly surprised by this film. Before you go any further – BE WARNED – SPOILERS AHEAD!!! Now don’t say you weren’t told.
When I heard they were rebooting the superman franchise, I think it will come to no surprise to anyone who has ever read my stuff, heard me, met me, seen me or has farted in my general direction – I was really, REALLY concerned. I have not been the biggest fan of the reboot trend that has been sweeping the industry over the last decade, as may be evidenced by anything I have ever said about the new Star Trek franchise. I believe that the reason behind my feelings of dread whenever I hear the word reboot in conjunction with a film – it seems to be a film that is a beloved piece of my history – and I don’t particularly like my history re-written. Superman is a major part of my early history.
I grew up on the black and white syndicated episodes of the George Reeves incarnation of Superman. From there I graduated to the multitude of animated incarnations of our favorite Kryptonian. When things were uncertain, when I had a bad day, when nothing else seemed right or fair in the world – Superman was there for me every afternoon alongside the likes of Batman, Aquaman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern and the Wonder Twins in Hanna Barbera’s the Super Friends! I always knew that as long as they were on duty, the world of my afternoon television viewing was safe.
It was just another Sunday. You know the kind. You lay in bed after a day of filming and a 10 hour shift at work after that, you get up to find your your producer has already started setting up for the weekly web show that you do, You find out one of your co-hosts may not be able to make it and the other one is under the weather, but you push through and do the show anyway and it turns out great. You know, just an average Sunday like everyone else. So I am going about my post show routine, which recently was altered to to add checking Google Analytics – and that is when I see this:
Recently there has been a lot of discussion on the rise in geek culture and what that means, and today Felicia Day managed to put it into words in a way I do not believe anyone else has:
I’ve made no bones about it – Felicia Day inspired me to go down the path I am currently travelling, and what she had to say in this video is exactly why. one would not immediately classify me as an outsider – in fact I am kind of the opposite. I tend to fit in with almost any group or click with relative ease. However I have my own version of being an outsider – and that came in the form of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. As much as I loved that show, I kept my interest to myself for a long time for fear of what people would think. Even within the few people I did express my interest to I received some ribbing (albeit all on good fun). I was actually afraid to let people know of my fandom. I was somewhat ashamed when I attended my first Comic Convention – MegaCon in Orlando, Fl.
Luckily I learned to overcome these concerns and learned to really embrace my geekdom. Now I realize it was something I never should have feared at all. The activities and communities that I have been able to be a part of have enriched my life immensely. The people I have met and the places I have gone because I embraced this part of myself have resulted in some of the most memorable and enjoyable moments in my life. I am glad for these experiences and memories – and it is because I adopted the attitude which Felicia day sums up so succinctly in the video above.
So this is basically a big thank you to the woman in the video above. Her message is simple and more powerful than you can know. Embrace your geekdom. Let your freak flag fly. Do what you love because you love it and don’t let yourself be limited by what you fear people may think. You’ll be happier for it.
With all the Star Wars Talk going on as of late I am seeing a resurgence of the bashing that follows the prequel trilogy, and for the record – yes they were bad, yes that had flaws, and yes they cursed us with the knowledge that Jar-Jar Binks is now part of our Star Wars collective consciousness – BUT IT IS STILL STAR WARS!!!
In the third and final part of this Series I tackle Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.
Production budget: $113 million
Domestic Total Gross: $380,270,577
Domestic Lifetime Gross: $380,270,577
Flaws: Obi WTF Kenobi, Padme “Pregnancy makes me a sniveling little biatch” Amadala, Worst Jedi Duel ever, A completly Non-existant duel between Anakin and Mace Windu, an impotent Yoda, and the worst movie line of all time.
Strengths: To my surprise an excellent performance turned in by Hayden Christiansen as Anakin Skywalker, Ian McDermid as Emperor Palepatine, and Epic battle between Anakin and Obi Wan, Lack of droid memories explained, Lord Vader rises.
In my opinion this movie absolutely implodes in terms of performances. Ewan McGregor, who has conditioned us to expect a wonderful performance just absolutely phones it in in this movie. I CAN NOT STAND this depiction of Obi Wan Kenobi. “Wait a minute, how did this happen? We’re smarter than this!” That these words escaped Kenobi’s lips is something I’ll never be able to forgive Lucas for. I can’t blame Ewan McGregor for the for the lines he was given, but overall I think Kenobi should have been a different character in this film. He gets taken out by Dooku with a flick of the wrist, carried out of danger on Anakin’s shoulders, and repeatedly defers to Anakin as being a greater Jedi than he is. So when he has to face Anakin and come to terms with his betrayal, well I’ll get to that in a bit.
I was really skeptical when this movie was announced, but much to my delight, Oz the Great and Powerful does a wonderful job of respecting where this movie comes from. believe me when I say that the makers of this film put some thought into creating a film that is a great compliment to the original, and will be an entire new age of fans into the fold without sullying the name or intent of the original movie. THIS IS THE WAY A PREQUAL IS DONE!
We come into the story in black and white – and believe it or not – in a 4:3 film format. We find the main character of the film, the man destined to become the great and powerful Oz – Oscar, a small time carnival magician, con man, and womanizer. Right off the bat we know that Oscar, who goes by the name Oz, is a bit of a scumbag. We see him taking advantage of women (or at least attempting to), a behavior which ultimately gets him in trouble and moves him into position for his wondrous journey and ultimate transformation.
I just finished watching Olympus Has Fallen, and I have to admit, I was completely unprepared for the visceral reaction I was going to have to the imagery in this film. The story surrounds a modern day depiction of a successful occupation of the power center of the United States – The White House. Even writing those words sends a chill up my spine.
I love my country, I love Washington, D.C., and I love the White House – not for its politics – but for its symbolism, its history, its culture, and for the hope that it represents even in the darkest of times. When I visit our capital I have feelings stirred in me that I imagine cannot be stirred nowhere else. That being said, some of the imagery in this film had my stomach in knots. I repeatedly had to tell myself it is just a movie. This depiction of the White House falling is visually as real as I would ever want to see. It hurt to see monuments I treasure, to see halls that I have had the privilege to roam marred with bullet holes, soot and blood of the men and women serving in it. In this sense – watching this movie is a truly horrific experience.
That said I cannot say that the story is realistic (thank god). The choices made, the portrayal of the decisions that occur and the manner in which events unfold make it clear that this is a work of fiction. This is an action movie – make no mistake. The characters are important but the action is the star of this film. Gerard Butler plays the one man army that every action story needs, and that every boy wants to grow up to be. Dylan McDermott – I’ve never cared for Dylan, which says something about his acting because it is his characters that I do not like – and I fucking HATE him in this film. That’s all I can say without getting into spoilers. As one can expect Morgan Freeman and Aaron Eckhart turn in absolutely wonderful performances in the roles that they portray.
So, the big thing on the internet for the past couple of days has been the fact that they are going to make a Veronica Mars movie. Now I have seen this news everywhere – and I mean everywhere! The buzz has been on Twitter, Facebook, and Google Plus all day long. CBS published an article about it. So it is difficult for me to make this admission, but internet here it is – I have no idea who Veronica Mars is.
When I was seven years old, my father took us camping in Key West. Nothing special happened during this trip. Or so I thought. It was a typical Key West trip. Sun, Sand, Fishing – the things you do when in the keys – except for one minor detail. Her name was Tracy. Her father and mine became friends, as did she and I. For the time that we were there we were inseparable On the boat, on the beach, climbing rocks – which provided me with a scar I carry to this day – it was me and her, her and me. At the end of our stay they helped us pack up our car and we helped them pack their truck. I can’t remember our car but for some reason i remember that truck. It was maroon, and had flared fenders with scratches on them that were rusted and flaking bits that almost matched the color of the paint. I remember the bumper, metal gray and slightly flared out on either side. The memory of the bumper is vivid. I imagine it is so vivid because I watched that truck drive away, carrying Tracy off with it. Before she got in her fathers truck she kissed me on the cheek, said it was nice to meet me, and she gave me this shell. I suppose we did not exchange information because we were so young, but I have never forgotten her.
I still have this shell. I’ve been lugging this shell around with me for the last 33 years. I have moved – A LOT. And in every location in which I have lived, it has been predominantly displayed. It is one of my prized possessions. I have often wondered what the fact that it is says about me. Is this about young love? A fond family memory? I don’t think there is anything I own that has been with me for that long. So why has this shell taken it’s place in my life? Why is this my oldest friend?