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DC Comics is both a fundamental part of my critical and pop cultural identity and a comic company that I believe hasn’t really had an output worth paying for in five years.
There are some dotted successes here and there, sure. Most of Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo’s Batman run is seminal Batman. There are also some dotted bright spots of indie-publisher comics and great writers doing an arc or two worth reading with characters like Wonder Woman or Aquaman.
But there is a spectre that has been haunting DC Comics – the spectre of darkness.
Continue reading DC Universe Rebirth proves that DC is its own toughest critic
I’m gonna break some criticism rules up top, but this is my blog, so you go read somewhere else if you don’t like it. But please, keep reading, I crave your approval.
There is nothing that irritates me more than complaints about “modern Hollywood filmmaking.” People who just “don’t see anything they want to see anymore” are people who aren’t going out of their way to see anything. There are TONS of movies that are made for adults, not everything is a big-budget CGI-fest, and this is actually one of the best eras of storytelling in years for major budget blockbusters.
Continue reading The Nice Guys are some mean bastards
Before we get into what you’re all eagerly anticipating based on the title, let’s get into a few ground rules about what my new column, Broadway Beginner, will be.
For starters, it’s a bit of a misnomer. I’ve heard a few recordings here and there and I’ve seen a few film versions of the most popular shows. I’ve listened to Hamilton enough at this point to join in a sing-along of “My Shot” with the best of them. I know enough to pick up on the basics.
But calling me an expert is absolutely wrong as most of what I know are basics that pretty much anyone could recite from living in American society. But, thanks to Hamilton, I’ve become interested in it as a storytelling medium and as a mode of artistic expression. So, thanks to a library card and the need to give my opinion on things, I’ve decided to plunge in and talk about some of the great (and not-so-great) Broadway musicals of our time.
Continue reading Broadway Beginner reviews American Psycho: The Musical
The comedy sequel is one of the worst things mankind’s twisted capitalist machinations has designed. Comedy tends to be all about time and place, so it only follows that allowing the cruel forward march of time to take us away from the original place often diminishes comedic power, usually leading to a soulless copy of the original success.
That’s why it’s so rare to find a comedy sequel that’s actually worth a damn, and why we should give three cheers to a comedy sequel that actually finds a way to both escalate and improve upon the original film it’s sequeling. So that’s why I demand that we give a rowdy huzzah to director Nicholas Stoller’s Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising for joining the illustrious ranks of 22 Jump Street and Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey and…uhhh.
Continue reading Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising has no business being this good
I may never recover from the muscle damage done by Sing Street. Seriously, smiling for over two hours straight at director John Carney’s latest ode to the power of one person and their guitar made kind of a Joker-rictus thing set in, as I’m still grinning ear to ear while I write this review.
Continue reading Sing Street is all infectious joy
I can’t imagine a world in which I might actually watch “Money Monster.” Now, I already paid for the movie, I actually mean the financial-advice-program-within-a-movie (that old trope!) led by fictional financial expert Lee Gates (George Clooney).
Like, I get it, it’s supposed to be Jim Kramer’s “Mad Money” and that had a lot of viewers and a disproportionate amount of influence on folks and Jon Stewart had that sick-ass takedown of him.
But watching the program in its eponymous film, Money Monster, I was struck by undeniable fact that I wouldn’t be able to stand this show if it actually existed. There’s a second-hand embarrassment involved in seeing a man Clooney’s age (how ever age-defyingly youthful he’s actually supposed to be) dance to money-themed hip-hop and do bad morning zoo-level sound effect shtick.
Continue reading Would you actually watch Money Monster?
Green Room is an adrenaline shot to the heart while you’re already on PCP. It’s gonna Fuck. You. UP.
That’s not hyperbole. Hyperbole is for films that can be exaggerated. Green Room isn’t so weak.
Continue reading Green Room is punk as fuck