I been too busy slacking off and doodling and dicking around to do much blogging over the holidays, but, just the same, a couple of pages of Untrue Tales have gone up in the interim:
I managed to get a nice bit of work done on my oh-so-secret project the last couple of weeks, but I still found time to read a holy assload of comics and see an unholy buttpile of movies during the holiday break.
Let's start with the flickers. Like I said, I saw a bunch of stuff, but my pick of the pack comes as a bit of surprise when looking over the list: The Time Traveler's Wife with Eric Bana and Rachel McAdams.
I'm a sucker for time travel stories and really dug the concept for this one. Eric Bana plays a normal guy who inexplicably travels back and forth through time through no fault of his own and with no control over where or when he travels. The film is basically a love story, and tells the tale of Bana's relationship with his wife (McAdams) as he time travels in and out of her
life at various ages. I thought it was really well done, and both Bana and McAdams act up a storm. My girl didn't think much of it, but she's not much for any kind of nutty sci-fi rigamarole. I liked this best of all the movies I saw over the holiday.
Up in the Air is the movie all the critics are crowing about these days and it's pretty darn good. Handsome devil George Clooney is a guy whose job is to fly around the country firing people and collecting precious frequent flyer miles. Then he gets saddled with a new girl who wants to switch over to firing people via video conference. Much dry humor ensues. Clooney also has an affair with another frequent flying lady. Everybody's very charming and stuff and it's well-written and shot. It's quite entertaining. You should see it. But I don't really see why it's supposed to be so spectacularly awesome. The girl didn't think much of this one either. Oh, Jason Bateman is in this one which is always a plus. Good thing too, since he's in, like, every other movie these days.
Speaking of which, Couples Retreat was another reliable giggler. Jason Bateman gets more to do in this one and he is right in his wheelhouse playing a micromanaging husband trying to fix his stagnating marriage to Veronica Mars. Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau do their thing as a couple of other husbands dragged along for couple counseling with their spouses. If you like their thing, you'll find it funny here too. I do and I did. Also along for the ride are Silk Spectre and Charlotte from Sex and the City who somehow seems to have managed to stay the same age while Sarah Jessica Parker has withered into the Wicked Witch of the West. Weird. There's also a fat black guy along on the trip who I've never seen before, but he's pretty funny too. He's probably buds with Vince Vaughn or something.
What else, what else... ah, The Invention of Lying with the great Ricky Gervais was also pretty good. Not quite the uproarious laughathon I was expecting but entertaining nonetheless. Ricky plays a guy in a world where everyone tells the truth, but he discovers how to lie, thereby becoming a big ol' prophet. The fun, unexpected bit is how the whole movie turns out to be a big thumb in the eye to organized religion which is not something you see too much of in mainstream hollywood romantic comedies. And here's where the movie stumbles, 'cause it's also trying to be a romantic comedy. Here's the thing: Ricky is hung up on Jennifer Garner who isn't interested in him 'cause he's short, fat and homely. The movie makes a big deal of how shallow she is, only concerned about what kind of genetic good looks her potential mate will pass on to her children. Does she learn her lesson and discover that good looks aren't all that matter? Take a guess. The problem here is that Jennifer Garner's character doesn't have anything to offer except her good looks either. Ricky goes on and on about how sweet and nice she is, but she really isn't. All she ever talks about is how she isn't interested in him because he's short and fat. She only ever pays him any attention after he starts telling his little fibs and gets all big and important. So the lesson becomes - looks don't matter as long as you're rich and influential, then you can get the bimbo you want. Which might be a true lesson, but still. Anyways, still a fun night at the movies. Ol' Rick is always good for an uncomfortable chuckle or two. I kinda think Jason Bateman might be in this movie for a minute or so too, but my memory is, y'know, spotty.
Crap. This is getting long. Let's go for a bit shorter and sweeter. Invictus. Pretty Okay. Morgan Freeman is Nelson Mandela. Slam dunk there. Matt Damon makes a good blonde rugby guy. Good feelings all around. Ever so slightly boring.
Extract, the latest from Mike Judge, starring (whaddayaknow) Jason Bateman, got pretty blah reviews when it came out a while back. I guess it's no classic, but I found it pretty funny. Completely forgettable though. Don't really remember much about it except Kristin Wiig is also in it. Plus J. Jonah Jameson. And a beardy Ben Affleck. I remember it was funny though.
Where the Wild Things Are. Verging on awesome. The Wild Things themselves are fucking fabulous. Standout terrific voice work from James Gandolfini, Lauren Ambrose and Paul Dano, with nice backup from....argh, what are their names? Idi Amin, the lady from all the Christopher Guest movies who isn't the lady from Glee, and Chris Cooper. Forest Whitaker! That's Idi Amin's name. I'll remember the Chris Guest lady too any minute now. Anyway, it's great. The kid is great. If you liked this book as a kid you'll probably dig it. My girl didn't get it at all. Fantasy is not her bag, you see. Whaddayagonnado?
The Hurt Locker. Pretty fuckin' great. The three main guys are rock solid. Jesus Christ, war doesn't really look like any kind of fun at all. Even though that one guy seems to think so. He is one fucked up dude. And whose fault is that? That's for smarter motherfuckers than me to debate. Didn't even try to get the girl to see this one.
It's Complicated. Alec Baldwin is a god among men. And Meryl Streep ain't chopped liver either. I liked this movie better than Avatar which probably means I'm getting really fucking old and no doubt invalidates my opinion for anyone reading these reviews. Anyway, the cheese gets lathered on pretty thick towards the end, but Baldwin is so fucking cool I didn't even care. Steve Martin also has a funny scene or two, but dear God, what has the Stevester done to his face? Fuckin' guy looks like he walked right out of Madame Tussauds. Creepy. The girl liked this one too. But she also thought they could have shaved off quite a bit of cheese.
Just 'cause I have so much nongaymanlove love for Alec Baldwin I had to watch an old gem from back in the day: Malice. This is a thriller with skinny Alec Baldwin and pre-surgery Nicole Kidman. It is awesome. And it's been so long since I seen the original I didn't even remember the twist. Bill Pullman is in it too. Whatever happened to that guy? Alan Sorkin wrote at least part of the script and it's pretty snappy. Especially Alec Baldwin's God Complex speech. Gooood stuff.
Okay, that's about all I remember of the movies I saw, although I undoubtedly forgot one or two already. I barely retain any new memories past a few days anymore. On to comics. Got a bunch of nice trade paperback collection for Christmas.
So I finally read Final Crisis.
I thought it was pretty darn cool. Sure it didn't all completely make sense, but it was entertaining enough to make up for any rough spots. Great art, especially the Doug Mahnke/Christian Alamy stuff. I found it easy enough to follow and I'm fairly clueless about DC continuity. SPOILER ALERT: I was, however, a little confused by the death of Batman stuff. I had a vague idea he died in his own book, blown up on a boat or something, but here something else happens. END SPOILER ALERT. Oh well, whatever.
Batman: The Cat and The Bat by Fabian Nicieza and Kevin Maguire.
Okay, this one is a pure cheesecake catfight between Batgirl and Catwoman. In one sequence they actually fight completely naked in an S & M club. I would be totally embarrassed if anyone ever caught me reading this. I'm ashamed to say I still kinda liked it. It's funny, fast-paced and Kevin Maguire's art has never been better. He should do more stuff. Stuff I can read in public without feeling like a 14 year old pervert.
The Question: the Five Books of Blood by Greg rucka and various artists.
This one is really great. I didn't pick this up when it initially came out because I vaguely recall hearing bad things about it, but after reading it I can't imagine why anyone would have a problem with this. I really dig the character of Renee Montoya. Gotham Central was one of my all-time favorite books. Very bummed it got cancelled. I love Denny O'Neill and Denys Cowan's run on The Question too. I think it was a very cool idea to have Montoya take up the mantle of the Question. I wish DC would collect just the Montoya/Question parts of 52 'cause I'd love to read that story, but I have no interest in all that other stuff around it. Anyways, this little story is a great one about Montoya/Question tracking down something called the Crime Bible and a martial arts cult that has grown up around it. Cool ass-kicking. Cool soul-searching. Very solid art from all the different artists. And Batwoman shows up too. I checked out the first issue of the Rucka/JH Williams Batwoman story in Detective Comics and that looks freakin' great too. Apparently, the Question's story is continuing as backup pieces in Detective too. I'll buy the trades when they come out. I understand Rucka is gonna get his own Batwoman book soon to continue all this stuff which is a good thing. It's kind of a pain to have to track these characters through all these different series. Just give Rucka one book whe
re he can tell all these stories so I can buy it and be happy already.
Finally, the latest trade of Scalped - High Lonesome continues the parade of awesomeness from Jason Aaron and R.M. Guera.
This is first-rate, pitch-black crime writing with a unique perspective and a keen sense of place. Aaron's writing is razor-sharp with dialogue that rings true as a bell. And Guera's art is crazy beautiful. The backgrounds are as alive as the characters. Even the sound effects are perfect. This is comics at their very best right here.
Okeydokes, that's it for me this time. Here's a sneek peek at a little thing I'm working on:
Hope 2010 brings good things and happy times, pardners!
4 comments:
Jezsub! I don't have time to read all that - but high-five on the Non-Gay Baldwin ;-)
Yeah. I prolly shoulda chopped it up and doled it out piecemeal so it appeared like I was actually blogging daily. Truly, I suck at blogging.
How 'bout that Alec Baldwin though, huh?
Come to think of it you must be a Miami Blue fan?
As a matter of fact, I just bought the Miami Blues DVD. An old favorite I look forward to revisiting. Fred Ward is another mancrush of mine.
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