GrendelKhan
Erik Sofge
GrendelKhan

I rewatched MoS a while back, having DVRed it, and holy shit does the ability to fast-forward through every non-action scene improve the experience.

Which is INSANE, given that dude’s body fat percentage, which is probably somewhere around 0.0001. I blame Tim Burton, who pioneered the accidentally-mush-faced Batman look, which even Nolan didn’t have the power to banish.

No comment on the Skrull thing, which sounds hella-stupid (I’m not on top of the comics at all), but I’ll bet this is sort of a phase 1 look for her, and she’ll get the bandana skullcap thingie at some point. Maybe once her identity is blown?

Is it still too late to nix the entire leather-and-plates Daredevil outfit, with its super unfortunate face-pinching, and go back to his amazing bandana-ninja look? I know it is, but it’s cape comics. Maybe some idiotic plot twist can reconfigure reality, and maybe erase that season 1 finale, too.

Hopefully it’ll also have a sprawling inventory system.

I realize that the election tie-in is just a device to run an overview of space policy, or the apparent lack thereof, but this is not the time for candidates to be talking about something with such low stakes. That’s for later, after someone is elected, and presidential politics gets back to budget skirmishes and

I sort of refuse to believe that's an actual shot from the movie. It's like a Halloween-season ad for Booberry cereal or some shit.

Everything he’s done is amazing. Seeing him in person—but being way too nervous to actually talk to him—was one of the highlights of my brief internship at Marvel. Also, overhearing how his name is actually pronounced, which was nothing like I assumed.

I still remember where I was when I read that panel. And how completely confused I was by the notion of a Marvel comic taking the piss out of a cherished icon like Nick Fury. So awesome.

This is a lovely analysis of a comic that, I think, is still too weird to be fully grokked. I also think it holds up really well, even now that we know what we know about Miller.

All the kudos for referring to him as the Life in Hell author. Man, that was a million years ago, wasn’t it? And probably not nearly as weird and punk rock as it seemed at the time.

Hate to break it to you, but Finn isn’t the hero of that movie. Seems like it, till you realize Rey is, and that he’s basically comic relief. Pretty great narrative switcheroo, I think, in an otherwise by-the-numbers story.

This is such a great observation about the uniqueness of ‘80s action heroes. You can even throw in characters like Sean Penn in Bad Boys, who ends the movie shockingly broken and bloodied.

Well said. Any time I hear someone griping at length about his lens flare, I’m grateful to Abrams, for outing another dull, cut-and-paste mind.

Ah, knock it off. There’s barely any lens flare in this trailer. I didn’t notice any, till this post pointed them out (and they’re nowhere near as flarey as his Star Trek stuff).

Considering how the prequels turned out, I’m almost inclined to agree. Eps 1 through 3 are pure poli sci commentary, much to everyone’s dismay.

As someone else explained to me a while back, if you think about how advanced their tech level is, a few decades, or even centuries, won’t really matter one way or another. They’re in the space opera equivalent of the Dark Ages, where human conflict still moves along at a pretty rapid clip, but technological

I never thought, back when Hellboy came out, that I’d be so uninterested in the release of a new Del Toro movie. Like all I want to know is whether the lighting looks as bad as it is in most of his movies (as well as the The Strain)—all yellow and green, though not in the slick, Fincher sort of way.

That’s the special operators movie, right? I keep meaning to fast-forward through that one (which is also the best/only way to watch Bay’s Transformers movies).

That’s a super great example of one of the more specific reasons that I stopped reading cape comics. Writers jumping through hoops, while simultaneously patting themselves on the backs (a neat bit of self-congratulatory contortion) to justify the coexistence of god-level characters, merely sorta-powerful dudes, and,