Comic Reviews – 9/4

Quick review round-up of the titles I came home with from the comic store this week. I must admit I did fly in the face of my personal beliefs and pick up a variant cover this week, much as I hate the concept. In my defence, it WAS a Darwyn Cooke cover and I’m a total mark for his work. (Read Parker – The Hunter, it’s excellent) As always; spoilers lie within…

Invincible Returns 1



Robert Kirkman gives us a one-shot that serves as an introduction and a quick synopsis to his much-lauded superhero series. Invincible is very much a personal favourite of mine, almost like a modern day Spider-Man. It started with a familiar premise (Teenager gets powers, also responsibility. Wacky hi-jinks ensue) but rapidly moved into arguably the best pure super-hero book Image publish.

While this is a one-shot, the story is very much in continuity and essentially a recap issue of the regular series, it reads as if it IS the latest issue of the ongoing series. (All be it with more pages, a couple of guest stars and variant covers. Look, see the Darwyn Cooke prettiness. Isn’t it shiny?) Between the discussions of the story so far, Invincible finds time to tussle with super-powered mobsters and a giant dragon. This book’s great. Setting up the current state of the Invinci-verse, showing us the main players and giving us hints of what’s to come in the next year or two, Invincible Returns 1 is a good, very packed, issue.

S.H.I.E.L.D. 1



Well, this is definitely the curio of the week. Coming from rising star Jonathan Hickman, current Fantastic Four and Secret Warriors scribe, this series will supposedly reveal the secret history behind the Marvel Universe’s legendary spy outfit, SHIELD.

While I would expect the first issue of a series to include a fair bit of set-up, I think there’s too much in this. We open with a teenager called Leonid (We’re not told his surname yet) in the 50’s being collected by Agents Stark & Richards (Hmmm, those names sound familiar) and taken to Rome where he is lectured by not-the-Illuminati while they wear buckets on their heads. While Not-The-Illuminati tell him that their organisation has protected earth for thousands of years, we are shown flashbacks of an Egyptian warrior defeating a Brood invasion (Wikipedia if you don’t know who they are, basically Giger’s Alien but more insectoid), a Chinese Emperor facing a Celestial (Female no less, with appropriate lumps and bumps), Leonardo Da Vinci realising there’s something wrong with the sun and only he, his jetpack and his mysterious gold ball (leave it…) can save the world. Oh, and Gallileo points his telescope at Galactus.

Back in the present day of the series (1961) Leonid is approached by his father, the Night Machine, and taken to a locked room in the Not-The-Illuminati’s hidden city. His father seems to be an enemy of the NTI and kills the Swiss Guard-alikes facing off against Agents Stark & Richards while Leonid meets Leonardo Da Vinci.

For a first issue, there’s a LOT to take in and little explanation of what it all means. I get the impression that this series will read much better in one sitting rather than i monthly chunks.

The art is by Dustin Weaver, not someone I’d seen before but I like his style. He successfully marries highly detailed art with a sketchy quality that keeps it looking free-flowing and comfortably loose. A promising start but a little too much too soon.

JSA All Stars 5



Matt Sturges’ JSA Spin-off is heading towards the end of its’ first storyarc. Stargirl has been forced by the villain of the piece, Johnny Sorrow, to destroy her weapons and been transported to the extra-dimensional Subtle Realms. As she tries to find a way home, she meets fellow JSA Member Atom-Smasher with whom she has a mutual attraction. Their journey through the Subtle Realms causes them to admit their feelings to one another. just as they declare their love, a door opens and there is an un-shown shocker in the room before them.

Meanwhile, back on earth (I love how phrases like that seem totally acceptable in comics) the rest of the JSA and Johnny Sorrow’s Injustice Society fight a demon summoned by Johnny when he betrayed his team. The Icicle, 2nd generation supervillain, has some interesting exchanges with the JSA harking back to Geoff John’s work with the character. It’s suggested that he’s not really a villain with a capital V and could some day switch to the side of the angels. Nice subplot to keep simmering away for another day. Someone who looks like Indiana Jone’s magician daughter turns up, doesn’t really explain who she is, or even give her name, and things escalate as the demon gets out of control. Well, more so.

Freddie Williams recently switched from traditional pencil and paper art to working entirely on computer. I think you can tell, as his art is somehow not as crisp as his earlier efforts on Robin. In fact even his work of The Flash was sharper than this. There’s just too much going on in his art now, too many lines and extraneous detail that makes it feel cluttered rather than appropriately detailed. That’s not to say it looks bad, it’s just not as nice as his earlier work (Similar to John Byrne’s early 80’s work for Marvel compared to his stuff these days) although the back-up strip suffers from some very basic art that seems phoned in by Travis Moore.

It’s an adequate issue, but so little happens, I feel this suffers from the ubiquitous “writing for the trade” mentality of insisting all storyarcs last 6 issues for ease of packaging into a trade paperback. The arc could have been kept tighter and two issues shorter.

The Astounding Wolf-Man 22



My second Kirkman book of the week; Astounding Wolf-Man continues towards its’ conclusion at issue 25 and this issue has the same fast-paced feel as the last. Gary Hampton’s hairy alter-ego apprehends one of the recurring criminals from the series, has a moment with Mecha-Maid (although not quite the way the cover suggests) and heads off to do battle with his nemesis, the vampire Zechariah. While he fails to finish off the haemovoracious one, he has bigger things to worry about as an entire brood of werewolves attack him in his home. We’re left with a pretty intense final image suggesting things might still get worse, before they get better, for our hero.

Jason Howard’s art has been consistently good onthe title, his action sequences convey motion well and everyone has a very distinct look and manner. I hoep he’ll continue to get work after this series ends. His style might be deemed a tad too cartoony for DC or Marvel but  I’m sure he’d make a hit of the right book. 3 issues remaining and not everyone’s going to make it out alive…


Turf 1




Jonathan Ross, TV host, award show compere, radio DJ and general bon vivant, has finally channelled his love of comics into his own title. Generally, celebrity comics have the stink of desperation from the publisher and misplaced confidence that talent in one medium lends itself to another. Gerard Way’s Umbrella Academy series from Dark Horse was a notable exception to this rule.

So; is Turf, Wossy’s first foray into the genre, accompanied by Tommy Lee Edwards on art chores,  another Umbrella Academy or a Tyrese Gibson Mayhem?

Oh, where to begin… Firstly, Tommy Lee Edwards, you should know better. You’re a great artist, why are you working on a book where the vampires speech is spelt with V instead of W and double S to emphasise their vampiric, eastern-European accents? Oh yes and the text is in a different clipped font too, just in case you didn’t realise they speak all funny.

Prohibtion era New York and the vampires have moved in on the tradtional gangsters’ turf. [sarcasm] Wow, vampires, what a great idea, that’s a theme that’s not played out and outstayed its’ welcome. [/sarcasm] An alien crash lands too, but by the time we meet him for the first time, I was wondering if I had a misprinted page in the middle of my book.

There’s nothing here you haven’t seen before and nothing really to recommend it beyond the art. The dialogue reads stilted, clichéd and forced. I know it’s his first attempt and I should be more generous but I just didn’t enjoy the issue. if it’d come from any other writer and had a less capable artist on it, this book would disappear.

I think a book inspired by his wife, Kick-Ass script writer Jane Goldman, called Pneumatica would be a far easier sell, maybe with Adam Hughes or Frank Cho drawing it?…

Repo Men – I want to repossess my lost evening, dammit

Earlier this week I caught a preview screening of Jude Law’s latest film, the sci-fi thriller Repo-Men. Before anyone gets excited, this is NOT anything to do with Alex Cox’ cult classic “Repo Man”. More’s the pity…

Jude Law plays Remy, a character so staggeringly bland that I couldn’t remember his name at any point in the film. It’s not a good sign is it? Remy is a Repo Man for The Union, a large corporation dealing in artificial organs and bodyparts at extortionate APR. When patients default on their repayments, a Repo Man is sent to reclaim the items.

Herein lies the first of many problems with the film. These repo men can apparently LEGALLY tazer you, cut you open, rip out whatever they’ve come for, and leave you lying there bleeding out in shock and probably dying due to lack of a heart/lung/liver etc.

Remy works with Jake, an old school friend who also served in the army with him. Much time is spent on building their brotherly friendship and how they’d do anything for each other. Jake is worried that Remy’s wife is convincing him to quit, thereby breaking up their long-standing partnership. When doing a seemingly routine heart reclaim, Remy is involved in an accident with a defib unit and knocked out. Coming to in hospital, he finds he now requires an artificial heart. Sadly The Union don’t do employee discounts and Remy soon finds his debt spiralling out of control as he develops a conscience regarding the job and can’t earn enough commission to maintain his pay packet. His wife kicks him out in disgust at his job and he moves in with Jake. He receives final demand notices from the Union and discusses it with Jake who suggests they go on a trawl through a ghetto, looking for more overdue organ recipients. Remy tries, and fails, to repo a liver and realises he can no longer take part in corporate-sanctioned murder.

Choosing to go on the run and escape his imminent demise; Logan, sorry REMY, enters into society’s underbelly of lost and disenfranchised. He saves a drug user, Beth, he recognises from a club earlier in the film (for some reason, I wasn’t quite clear on why, maybe she was supposed to represent his redemption) and together they decide to find a way to clear their accounts with the Union. Apparently in this dystopian future no-one’s heard off offsite back-ups and all the Union’s records are stored on one computer in their head office. Yes, I know I work in IT and know about things like off-site back-ups but even the most technophobic luddites have a vague knowledge about the concept of back-ups these days! See if you can guess which Repo Man gets sent to reclaim Remy’s heart. Go on, guess.

Directed by Miguel Sapochnik, a relatively unknown director who has previously worked on storyboards for “Trainspotting” and “A Life Less Ordinary” this doesn’t bode well for any future projects he helms. Sadly, he appears to have learnt little from working with Danny Boyle and crafted a ludicrous, tonally yo-yo-ing mess, from which I felt there was no escape. Maybe this was deliberately post-modern and I was supposed to feel as trapped by the film as Jude Law’s character is by the system he previously worked in. Maybe it was just plain bad.

Ok, so where to begin? Well the premise is a little off, given the fact that these Repo Men are killers, once you look at it clearly, they are killing people and getting away with it. No explanation, that’s just the way it is. Never quite finding its’ mood, “Repo Men” swings between black comedy and dystopian sci-fi, but veers so wildly, that the two tones feel incongruous together. One or other needed to be toned down so the mood didn’t swing so extremely.

Then there’s the setting: The city is seemingly stolen wholesale from “Blade Runner” (Ridley’s going to be on the phone about this...) but the suburb Remy lives in appears to be Wisteria Lane. Somehow there is also a slum area that looks like a northern England sink estate. This area is known to the Union and their agents, yet is full to overflowing with debtors. One afternoon with some canisters of knock-out gas and a scalpel and it’s problem solved, surely?

The final big fight sequence is lifted almost wholesale from “Oldboy” (Park Chan-Wook’s on call-waiting while Ridley Scott’s on the other line...) and when Remy picks up a hammer, he all but winks to say “No, it’s not a rip-off, look: Hammer! It’s an homage now...”

There is a swerve towards the end of the film, but if you’ve paid any attention, you’ll have clocked it in advance. This is not a subtle film.

Jude Law simply can’t carry a film as a lead actor. He was surprisingly good in Guy Ritchie’s “Sherlock Holmes” as Dr Watson and in “The Talented Mr Ripley” but reliable supporting role seems to be the zenith of his ability. The opening voiceover where he describes the theory of Schrodinger’s Cat is supposed to reflect the dilemma of the film I think, but comes across as just plain daft.

Liev Schreiber and Forest Whittaker are good actors, they should know better than to be in something this poorly conceived. Admittedly Liev is the only one of the two who performs adequately, Forest seems like he’s not taking it seriously and phoning in his performance. Liev’s corporate asshole character schmoozes his way through every scene, showing the clients an acceptable empathetic face, while simultaneously telling his guys to get out there and reclaim some organs to meet quota.

The soundtrack is painfully out of place and jarringly so. At the film’s climax (appropriate term given the style of the scene) Remy and Beth try and scan all of their upgrades back into the Union system so it thinks they have been reclaimed and returned. Cue slow strip, arching backs, gasps and the kind of music you’d expect to hear on Channel 5 after midnight. Enjoy the moment where she deep throats the scanner so he can get the barcode on her artificial voicebox. Yes, it really is THAT unsubtle.

The dialogue is the finest roquefort compounded by a large helping of acting jambon. The movie is a Croque Monsieur of wasted opportunity. A nice concept flawed by poor direction and an schizophrenic tone.

Three Day Weekends Are Awesome (And so are these…)

Happy Easter all, as today is Good Friday, and long weekends are, as stated above, awesome; I thought I’d give you a quick series of links to things that are also awesome IMO

1) Probot – Shake Your Blood

What’s that you say? Dave Grohl, the talented non-dead one out of Nirvana , later the Foo Fighters, did a metal album? The lead single of which was a team-up with Lemmy from Motorhead and the video featured a ton of altgirl models? Well that can only be a good thing…

2) Academy Award Winning Movie

Trailer poking fun at how damn formulaic Hollywood movies are. “Catchphrase!”

3) The Muppets – Ode to Joy

It’s the Muppets, if you can’t laugh at this, you might well be dead. Check before the smell starts disturbing those around you.

4) Johnny Cash – Hurt

Johnny Cash delivers one of his final releases before his death and makes arguably the greatest cover version of all time. I’m a big believer that cover versions should improve on the original or bring something new to the song. This does both, making Trent Reznor’s dark tale of self-pity into something stirring and emotional on a level beyond most musicians’ greatest dreams. This sends shivers up my spine EVERY TIME i hear it.

5) Nine inch Nails – Closer Vs The unspoken love between Kirk & Spock

Staying on a NIN vibe; NIN’s signature song, with a new video cut together showcasing the sexual tension between Kirk and Spock. What? You don’t see it? Come on! It’s right there!

6) William Shatner – Common People

The Shat covers Pulp’s classic. Just wait for the choir to kick in. Epic!

7) Batman & Superman throwing insults at one another

Remember The 40 Year Old Virgin? Yeah, I know that guy, i know a whole bunch of those guys… Anyway, the film? The scene with Paul Rudd & Seth Rogen (Pre-fame) playing x-box and acting like fratboys calling each other gay? Totally improved supposedly. Here’s the same exchange dubbed over Batman & Superman.

That’s all from me for now, enjoy your religiously relevant chocolate eggs with matching branded mugs.

Movie Review – Kick-Ass – Worthy Of The Hype? Hell Yes.

I was lucky enough to catch a preview screening of Kick-Ass last night. This comic-book based film is directed Matthew Vaughn, whose previous films include Layer Cake and Stardust, along with his being the significant other of Claudia Schiffer. Jane Goldman, Jonathan Ross’ amply upholstered wife was also on board as writer, adapting the story while the comic was still being published. She made for some awesome premier pictures... Also behind the camera were Brad Pitt and Kick-Ass’s comicbook creators; Mark Millar and John Romita Jr, as producers

Anyway, my point here is that the people behind this movie are comic fans. A worrying proposition as often those most enamoured of a subject are the least qualified to bring it to the unbelieving masses. However, in this case, they’ve exceeded expectations and not just made a great comic-book movie, but a great movie, period.

I think it’s safe to say that Kick-Ass has shot straight into my top 5 comic book movies of all time and may even be pushing for a top 3 slot. I’ll tell you about the rest of the list another time...

While this film stays (relatively) grounded in the real world, the story is presented to us in a very interesting fashion. We get captions on screen “Meanwhile...”, “Five years ago...” giving a framing device that’s very familiar to comic fans. Flashbacks are made via animated overlays on top of the cast. While this sounds like it might be overdone or too much, it’s kept to just the right amount. Giving you appropriate flashes of Kick-Ass’s comic origins, without taking you too far from the fact this is live-action.

The story revolves around an average teenager called Dave Lizewski, existing at high school, not excelling in any particular area, just making it from one day to the next. Fed up with constantly getting mugged for his phone and wallet while onlookers ignore his plight, Dave questions why no-one ever thinks to take the next step. Dave’s equally geeky mates laugh at his suggestion that one person could put on a mask and help people, arguing that to do so would be virtual suicide. Undeterred, Dave bravely/stupidly buys himself an outfit and tries to stop two guys from stealing a car. Unsurprisingly, this goes horribly wrong. Dave is stabbed and then run over, resulting in a 6 month stay in hospital, plates throughout his body and deadened nerves making him resistant to pain to some degree.

Any normal person wouldn’t have got in that situation to begin with, but if they had, then surely after those events, they’d hang up their mask and go back to suburbia. Not Dave though, he starts patrolling at night, looking for ways to help people, frustrated at society’s “I’m alright jack” attitude.

Dave’s breakthrough moment come when he interferes with 3 gang members attacking a lone man outside a 7-11. While Dave takes an absolute hiding, he does save the victim and is caught on video via mobile phones of the bystanders. Enter YouTube and MySpace and Dave’s Kick–Ass persona become an overnight celebrity. As Dave revels in his new double life, forming a friendship with the school hottie who mistakenly thinks he’s gay and helping people at night as Kick-Ass, the local mafia are experiencing problems with their drug trade being disrupted by someone who, for all intents and purposes, sounds like Batman. Unsurprisingly, Dave, the mafia and this mystery vigilante all cross paths and the results are not pretty...

Arguably the biggest cheers in the movie come from scenes featuring Hit-Girl, Big Daddy’s 11 year old psychotic daughter. Gleefully unwrapping butterfly knives for birthday presents and even more gleefully using them on drug-dealers and assorted scumbags, she’s like a Looney Tunes version of Leon’s Matilda. And this is a very good thing. Chloe Moretz could well be on track to be the next Natalie Portman, graduating from breakout child star, to fully fledged leading lady in a few years.

While her father sounds remarkably like Adam West’s Batman, she sounds like a foulmouthed little reprobate, uttering surprisingly colourful language for such a young lady. In fact, the voice work across the board is excellent. Aaron Johnson perfectly captures the just broken and still-cracking teenage voice for Dave, breaking more and more as the situations get more and more extreme. Mark Strong, seemingly typecast as the new Jason Isaacs in terms of villainy, pulls off an archetypal NY Italian American gangster perfectly, as do his cohorts. Admittedly Dexter Fletcher and Jason Flemyng’s accents could use work, but does that really surprise you?

The action scenes are fast, brutal and visceral, not quite at Shogun Assassin levels, but come close on more than one occasion. The camerawork throughout the sequences is great. One flourish I particularly liked was the camera cutting to facial close-ups of each of the goons in a corridor as the Prodigy’s Omen pounded away over the speakers, the camera switching to the next goon with every beat. The soundtrack suits the film well, with a mix of rock and dance, generally lyric free.

The film is over-flowing with comic references, from Dave’s girlfriend referencing (The really rather excellent) Scott Pilgrim series, to The Spirit 3 appearing on a cinema marquee (Oh Frak, no...) but these are done in such a subtle way that the comic fans in the audience can smile wryly at them while the uninitiated won’t even notice them.

Go see Kick-Ass as soon as you can. Run, don’t walk. Enjoy it’s silly violence, enjoy the great performances from Johnson and Moretz, cheer as bad guys get their comeuppance and laugh at everyone’s misfortune to be caught up in such a ludicrous situation.

While the tone of this film wouldn’t have suited Marvel’s forthcoming Thor, I do find myself wondering what a Vaughn-helmed Thor would have been like…

Movie of the year? Until Iron Man 2 and The Losers come out, yes it is.

Movie Review – The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

Hello again faithful reader, or neophyte, dipping your metaphorical toes in the pool of my mind.

Given the glorious cash-saving nature of Orange Wednesdays here in the UK, I went to the cinema last night with a mate, intending to see Green Zone but after my friend said he’d already seen it, settled for the other film I really wanted to watch instead: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.

Based on Stieg Larsson’s book of the same name, the first in his Millennium Trilogy, the film was made several years ago in Larsson’s native Sweden and has now been subtitled for an English audience following the massive success of his books. Sadly, Larsson died of a sudden massive heart attack in 2004 before this novel was published, never seeing the huge success his work would become.

The story opens with an old man receiving a gift in the mail, the nature of which upsets him greatly. We then switch to a court where an investigative journalist, Mikael Blomkvist, is found guilty of libelling a major businessman. He is sentenced to 3 months in prison and has up to 6 months to settle affairs before having to serve his time. Stepping back from his role at Millennium magazine (Hence the trilogy’s title) to save the magazine he helped build, he is watched by a young woman who compiles a hefty dossier on every aspect of his life. Mikael is approached by a representative of the old man form the introduction and asked to investigate the disappearance of his beloved niece almost 50 years previously.

We start to move between the start of his investigation, and his attempts to solve a mystery older than he is, and the girl who had been following him. Lisbeth Salander is a tattooed, pierced, fierce, damaged woman. Clearly she’s suffered at the hands of individuals and the system and has hardened into the character we see. Here the film suffers from a case of bad storytelling. At no point do they make you aware of her having Asperger’s Syndrome. Given her brusque nature and social awkwardness, you might just think she was an anti-social or difficult person. But the very thing that makes her so awkward is the same thing that makes her such an excellent hacker and investigator.

She picks up on patterns, has a photographic memory (which given what she’s been through and goes through, is more of a curse than a blessing) and is pretty handy with a 5-iron...

While she has to deal with an abusive guardian assigned to her by the probation service, Mikael’s investigation finds clues but stalls as he fails to uncover their meaning. As Lisbeth goes through some particularly harrowing events, she exacts an entirely appropriate revenge on her so-called guardian and starts to obsess on Mikael and his investigation. For those of you who haven’t read the book, here’s fair warning: there are some very graphic and upsetting scenes in the movie. Not quite “Irreversible” level, but pretty close. Ultimately, she continues to hack into his laptop and after finding some of the case notes, starts to work out what they mean. After emailing him her findings, he tracks her down and asks her to work with him on the case.

It’s at this point the film really kicks into high gear. The relationship and dynamic between these two very different characters is great to watch, often providing moments of genuine humour in an otherwise very serious film.

With that in mind I find that I really enjoyed the movie, in terms of the mystery (Nothing groundbreaking or new but interesting nonetheless), the characters and the cinematography, strangely. What struck me throughout the film, was how bleak and lonely Sweden seemed to be. I don’t think for a moment it’s really that soul-crushingly grey, but the director wants us to feel as oppressed and lonely as Mikael and Lisbeth each feel in their respective situations.

One touch that I found impressive was the way the sound faded into constant static on two occasions when a character was in a highly dangerous and awful situation. Minor detail but one I appreciated. I’d definitely recommend catching this at the cinema if you can. While a subtitled Swedish crime thriller might sound like a hard-sell, I found it entertaining and engaging. I hope this is a big enough success that we get the remaining two films subtitled and released soon.

Comic Reviews 18/2

A bit of a comic flavour this week. Some short reviews of what came home from the comic store with me. (BTW, The Comic Shoppe in Nepean, Ottawa – Highly recommended)

Batman – Streets of Gotham 9

Well, Paul Dini’s run on Detective a few years back was fantastic IMO. This book? Not so much. The current fill-in writer has turned in a two issue by-the-numbers story, with little to recommend it. 9 issues and any long-term plots get a cursory glance every few issues with no real progression. Disappointing but functional.

Deadpool 19

I like Deadpool. He was the most interesting addition to the X-family of characters in the 90’s, and has shaken off the black-mark of being a Liefeld creation quite successfully. Marvel have seen fit to milk him as a cash-cow in the same way they treated the Punisher and Wolverine. An overload of books (3 Ongoings at last count IIRC) and a slew of variants covers on almost every single superhero title over the past few months. This issue sees DP travelling to NY, looking for lessons on becoming a hero and leaving his homicidal methods behind him. And who else would you turn to but Spider-Man?

Character crossovers demand an initial misunderstanding followed by a tussle and then a grudging cooperation. This issue is fine up until they decide to introduce “Marvel’s Breakout character of 2010!” Hit-Monkey. Yes, a chimp, in a suit, wearing sunglasses, who kills hunters and assassins as vengeance for poachers killing his troop of monkeys.

No I’m not making that up. Words fail me…

Astounding Wolf-Man 21

The final story starts here, in Kirkman’s Invinci-verse title that never really got going. A shame really as the premise was pretty novel, just very slow to advance the plot and I believe it was shedding readers like a timber wolf sheds its’ winter coat (See what I did there?) so the series rushes headlong towards issue 25 and the fate of the Wolf-Man… Not quite sure where it’s going at this point, as there have been a number of big status quo changes at random, sudden moments in the series and I worry that the shortened series led to everything being thrown at the pages in an attempt to get all of Kirkman’s ideas for the book out there before cancellation. Mostly set-up, but promising signs of a big finale.

Green Lantern Corps 45

Mogo continues to be the GL writers’ favourite Deus Ex Machina. After his gravity well shenanigans of last issue, this time out he performs a full blood cleanse on the raging Red Lantern-possessed Guy Gardner. For a sentient planet, he certainly proves a lot more useful than you’d expect.

Green Lantern 51

Is it just me or is the fact that the death & zombie-centric Blackest Night crossover seemingly never ends, highly ironic? Is it meta-textual? Or is it a moneyspinner they’re keeping going for as long as possible? I know my thoughts on that one…

Where was I? Oh yeah, the primary members of each Lantern corps are here to fight the Black Lantern Spectre, embodiment of God’s Vengeance. Cheerful chap.

Green Lantern willingly allows himself to be possessed by the fear entity Parrallax in order to match the Spectre 1 on 1. It works. Spectre gets his mojo back, attempts to fry the uber-villain behind all of the crossover (No, not Didio, or Johns) Nekron. Only he can’t as Nekron has no soul. A bit like Michael Howard.

Nice art form Mahnke who’s taken the GL book as his own and put a great spin on what his predecessors set-up for him.

At this point, I’m not really caring why or how they win, I just want to know which of the Black Lantern zombie heroes get resurrected. J’onn J’onnzz and Ted kord please. oh and kill Barry Allen again while you’re at it…

Thought for the week: When life gives you lemons, fuck it, they’re free lemons right? Least you won’t get scurvy.

It’s kind of like Fern Gully, with prettier pictures…

Well, I finally caught up with the rest of the English speaking world and watched James Cameron’s Avatar this week.

While a lot of people have criticised the movie for being predictable and riddled with clichéd corny dialogue, I think they’re missing the point.

It’s a Jim Cameron movie. Terminators 1 and 2 were hardly the height of cutting edge dialogue. Aliens, while arguably one of the most awesome sci-fi movies of all time, was never going to win Best Original Screenplay at the Academy Awards. Let’s not even get started on Titanic…

Actually, thinking about it, Titanic might be the best place to start. Both Avatar and Titanic were self-confessed labours of love for the director. Both were in production one way or another for years and both required new technology to be developed to bring the director’s vision to life. Both are visually stunning and genuinely sumptuous to watch.

Unfortunately, both suffer from being too damn long. It took Hollywood a long time to get over their self-imposed 90-110 minutes limit and now it’s starting to feel like every director is taking the opportunity to make their next film into a mammoth opus. Cameron is very guilty of this with Avatar. it’s just shy of 3 hours long and boy does it feel like it. a good edit could cut that down to about 2 hours and make a much faster paced movie without compromising the overall plot.

I felt Cameron hadn’t padded the film, but he had taken such relish in creating this new world and all of it’s flora and fauna, that he wanted to show it all off as much as possible. He clearly put a massive amount of creativity and effort into this film and I get the impression that he wanted everyone watching it fall in love with the planet Pandora the same way he had.

Sorry, I’m rambling… Avatar is a very well-made movie and a great spectacle, but could do with losing about an hour of it’s running time and backing off the heavy-handed environmental message.

Sam Worthington is functional as the lead character, but seriously could they not have told him to pick one accent and stick with it? He swung between Aussie and American all through the film.

One last thing that stuck with me after the movie ended; lots of War on Terror symbolism. The human assault on the Na’vi Hometree had definite 9/11 imagery undertones as the tree fell, ditto with a lot of the dialogue. “Shock and Awe”, “Fight Terror with Terror”, “Winning the Hearts and Minds of the indigenous people” all sounded rather too much like Fox News circa 2002.