Comic Book Wednesday is like an oasis in the middle of the drudgery that is Monday-Friday. Picked up more than I expected to this week, including bags, and am nearly halfway to another Midtown Comics rebate! As it is, I need to pick up another longbox as the collection is nearing 1,000 comics. Damn Omar
The Village: Better Than the Reviews
The Village, much-maligned for not living up to M. Night Shyamalan’s media-manufactured reputation for shocking twists, was actually a pretty good movie when judged on its own merits. An interesting, well-told story – not quite the allegory of a post-9/11 world some critics have suggested – it features what is arguably one of the most
I, Robot vs. Spider-Man 2
I, Robot didn’t just whomp Spider-Man 2 at the box office this weekend, it also beat it out in my overall opinion of the two.
REASON #26 WHY I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK
“I absolutely believe in God… and I absolutely hate the fucker.” –Richard B. Riddick, Pitch Black
On Saturday, I lost my glasses on Nitro (the roller coaster at Great Adventure), a fitting epilogue to the tough lesson that was Friday’s watershed louder than words show. I had low expectations for the Friday slot to begin with, but twenty-one paid in the audience – the majority of whom were supportive friends/co-workers from
Between my internet connection at work being screwy all day and Blogspot.com seemingly on the blink, the post I started writing earlier was lost. It was about the difference between Batman and Superman and a comment director Wolfgang Petersen made about it. Petersen was apparently attached to a Batman vs. Superman movie that was scrapped
a home abandoned long enough returns to its base components walls, windows, doors, floors and ceilings the sum becomes considerably less than its parts old books lean listlessly on shelves next to faded pictures of places long-forgotten, friends no longer familiar a film of dust covers them all the last mix tape from years ago
Barbershop 2: Reconciling desire & familiarity, ideals & expectations
There’s only been a handful of “black” movies that have struck me as having that certain something at their core that expressed a sincere love for the people it presented, warts and all, and this is one of them. The first Barbershop, Waiting to Exhale, Boyz N the Hood and Rosewood are some of the others that come to mind. There’s an emotional honesty to each of them that transcends the archetypes they employ to tell their stories. Of course, that’s all debatable but, in this instance, it’s not the point.
As a kid, I was a big fan of GI Joe. I vaguely remember in the 70s having a couple of the big 12″ dolls and the jeep. I think at least one of them even had “real” facial hair. In the 80s, I really got into them when the 3-3/4″ action figures came out
When I got into Dungeons & Dragons back in High School, there were a number of other role-playing games I was familiar with – Gamma World, James Bond, Marvel Superheroes, etc. – and they all took place within fantasy worlds of some sort, past or future. Even James Bond, which took place in something resembling