Here's another smattering of material I've been too busy or too lazy to talk about in any extended fashion. I'd give you more intro, but I'm tired and require time to read the week's comics.
Let's be off, then:
While looking at the Grendel: War Child TPB from Dark Horse, I noticed the warning "Not for Children" on it. I'd like this to be the only rating system out there. It clearly demarcates what the kids should stay away from, and it would also tend to the adults who are, you know, idiots.
I really want to get to a place where my wardrobe consists of a great deal of bespoke clothing. Suits from Savile Row, shirts from Jermyn Street...yes, yes, that'd be just fine. Throw some Brioni in for good measure.
Along those lines, I think I'll be Jack Donaghy next Halloween.
Or perhaps Doctor Who.
Brown bags and comic shops. These two things should not go together. Some might say comics are enough like porn already; we don't need the sketchy bags to remind us. I'm not saying we should board and polybag it all either; I'm just saying...
The Mist is what Cloverfield should have been: a monster movie that heeds yet plays with monster movie conventions while giving us a story with people about whose fate the audience gives more than a damn. Admittedly, the very end of The Mist is upsetting to me, but at the same time, I haven't stopped thinking about it (or wanted to). Aside from that, I'd say it's easily one of the best--if not THE best--horror films since Ringu. And why haven't I seen a horror film in a grocery store before now?
Very, very curious about The Moneypenny Diaries. The first book in Kate Westbrook's trilogy just came out here in the States; it's been out in the UK for some time. As soon as I finish Devil May Care, it's on to Ms. Moneypenny as well as more Young Bond, which is a surprisingly well written series of YA novels.
While I'm talking about Bond, both Sean Connery and Roger Moore have autobiographies coming out later this year. Mr. Lazenby? Mr. Dalton? You're up next.
On a wholly different subject, I guess I really am just an old softie at heart. "A rank sentimentalist," as Claude Rains once said.
Once upon a time, this guy who worked at the Frugal Muse (a secondhand bookstore in Madison) said the following: "Chicks dig the predicate nominative." Not only is this one of the most hilarious statements ever uttered, I find an unusual amount of truth in it.
If only we'd declare war on corporate language...I'd be Patton in that army.
From a future episode of Jeopardy: Comics for $200. The answer: admirably and annoyingly erudite fan fiction, both overlong and overwrought. "What is The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Black Dossier?" That is correct. I'll be lucky if I finish this damn thing by November (a full year after its release).
For you folks outside of Madison, you're likely not familiar with one of the most impressive public access shows ever: for an hour or two, it's just a static shot of meat on a grill. Burning. To a crisp. It's unnaturally compelling. I will stop whatever I'm doing when I see it, so instantly hypnotized do I become. I was reminded of this at the gym the other night, where one of the tvs had it on, much to my surprise. Just gives me a little solace knowing something that bizarre is still on, since I hadn't seen it sometime. For you Madisonians, anybody remember what the hell that show's called?
A plea to everyone: stop using the word "impactful." Know why? IT'S NOT A WORD.
Read this: http://www.davidbordwell.net/blog/?p=2315. You'll find it very much worth your time. Although half of you, I expect, have already read it. The other half, get to it.
Know what your next hit show should be, Showtime? A remake of The Sandbaggers, starring Hugh Laurie as Neil Burnside. Dynamite.
A heartbreakingly good cover for this past week's issue of The New Yorker. Unfortunately, I can't find a higher-res version. http://www.adrian-tomine.com/Illustrations/ATNewYorkerE.jpg
Mental note: acquire lair.
And, finally, while I'm a DC guy through-and-through, it's hard not to gush over this last page of Marvel's Secret Invasion #3: http://www.comicbookresources.com/news/preview2.php?image=previews/marvelcomics/secretinvasion/spoilers/3/SECINV003_intLOW-32.jpg
Welcome back, Mr. Fury.
Read: Queen & Country (All Volumes), by Greg Rucka & Friends
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The grill show is "Cooking with Bob", a favorite of stoners and animal rights activists everywhere.
I'd put the money down for the Lazenby book, just to hear how he explains his mid-nineties run narrating the soft core "Emmanuelle" series on Cinemax. From Bond to Bondage.
Did you watch the b&w version of THE MIST? I liked it too, although I still think Darabont is a legend in his own mind. His rejected script for INDY IV leaked, and guess what? It's just as bad as the Koepp version! Maybe worse...tons of groan-inducing references to the other films. A character actually says "I remember back when adventure had a name..." Although Marion has a much bigger/better role.
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