I am, in fact, a total square.

Always help keep your connection's phone turned on. Front him the cash, you already know how he'll get you back.

Stan the Man has always been exactly the kind of asshole I want on my side.

Any good gutterpunk stories?

I happened to catch it once on TV right at the beginning - I found it mesmerising in just how incredibly wrong every. Single. Decision in that movie is. The movie is swinging for the fences in every scene, and absolutely nothing works, even remotely. It was a deeply, deeply weird experience.

That title. Can we officially inaugurate the term "New-Yorker-porn", movies that fetishize getting to be a New Yorker? (And no, not Eustace Tilley's monocle popping off as he's rammed from behind.)

That is how trailers should be - a perfect little self-contained, totally entertaining short (setup, buildup, punchline), that clearly tells you the movie's perspective and genre without tipping anything off - leave 'em wanting more!

Context? "EVERY female character in comics is a sex fantasy." Even just allowing for superhero comics, even just Big Two comics -even just female Big Two superheroes - how is that not a ridiculous overgeneralization?

I think that it is straight up Tarantino's worst film.

It's not a sin to make an entirely new character that is inspired by (as long as it's not too "inspired by") a preexisting story; it is a sin to make an entirely new character, but just slap the old name on top in a mercenary attempt to have some guaranteed ticket sales.

She's just a 'D' girl.

I completely understand why most people - even comic aficionados - use "comics" as interchangeable with "superheroes". But it'll never be better than tiresome to me.

In COMICS? Even all female characters - super or not - in superhero comics?
…You're a good commenter in long standing, Quirk, but you don't have the slightest clue what you're talking about.

Here is a long-form essay, written by She-Hulk's cousin, no less, all about exactly why Goyer's script for Man of Steel is an inept piece of shit.

Uh…so now seems a good time to remind people to send some kind thoughts and well-wishes Bill Mantlo's way, and scope out this lovely tribute to his work, the ROM Remix Project:

…Why can't he just be a gumshoe named John Jones who is secretly a lonely alien? I'd watch the shit out of that.

He has a very particular set of skills; skills picked up over way too long a career. Skills to deal with masturbating virgins like you. So just pay your movie ticket like good fanboys, that will be the end of it. But if you don't…he will find your mom. He will make her tell him about how she found a copy of Lady…

If you want an image of the future of these beloved works, imagine a finger being stuck down a human throat - forever.

I imagine it's a bit more like Carnage, where one small incident sets a bunch of personalities at odds.

That whole paragraph - right down to how he counts down the months ('Waiting for Cimino'?) - is a country song that should immediately win a carload of Grammys.