OK film fans it looks as though yesterday was just the tip of the iceberg and today the real extent of this malady is making itself known. Since I've spent the better part of the day in bed it's made me feel like a sick little kid and nothing goes better with that than cartoons. Now I'm sure this isn't a shock but as a kid I had a rather sizable comic book collection and was a secret comic book nerd in high school. Once in college I had neither the funds nor the time to spend on such extravagances and spent my funds more wisely on girls, pizza and beer.
Even though I no longer collect comics a few years ago I heard about a graphic novel called "The Death of Superman." I actually own a copy of the reprinted collection which stands as the last comic I've purchased. I still find that a little odd since I was always more of a Marvel kid. It was a spin off story about Superman's fight to the death with a creature whose only goal is the destruction of all life, regardless of its form. It was decent, but not exciting. My age had caught up with me and I no longer thought these endless permutations of characters were that interesting. But while lying in bed today, looking for something to watch on my laptop so I could keep the streak alive while feeling both sick and run down, I came across something that would have restored my energy as a kid.
Superman Doomsday is one of the growing collection of straight to DVD films aimed today's kids who are fans of the comic icons like Superman, Batman and Spider-Man. Feeling quite ill I thought "what the hell" this might cheer my day up some. Unfortunately I'm not a kid anymore. What's worse, the story is so dark and heavy, dealing with death, loss, morality, genetic engineering and so forth, that I can't imagine a kid like my 8 year old nephew finding the whole thing interesting. It's a bit much for kids and far too little for adults. It still feels like a Saturday morning cartoon that was expanded to 80 minutes and threw in some scarier imagery. I'd like to say I enjoyed this but I ended up wishing I had just sucked it up, walked downstairs and grabbed my copy of Iron Man.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
day 70 - Swingers
OK film fans it's Friday night and the air is just right for drinking (now that's a random film quote!). And since I'm about to get my drink on, we're gonna make this short.
Swingers is the seminal film that, for good or bad, unleashed both Vince Vaughn and "you're so money" on us. At the same time it revealed the talents of the writer and co-star, Jon Favreau, and the director, Doug Liman. While Favreau gave us Iron Man and Liman gave us Mr. and Mrs. Smith (and thus Brangelina) Vaughn gave us uh, well mostly he just gave us Vince Vaughn. But I bring it up tonight because it remains one of the most entertaining and accurate representations of the American male in search of the elusive American female and the less elusive American Buzz.
Most of the scenes in this film feel like they could have been tailing me and my friends back when we were young and on the prowl. Ah the memories, the drives out into the boondocks in search of a great party, each in our own cars of course; the bar crawls and of course the inevitable "Boys in the Hood" moment. The Vegas scene, the video games before going out, getting shot down, par 3 golf played with a hangover and 2 clubs and a little diner action at the end of a long Friday night; I swear it's like watching a documentary. Of course none of us ever came up with a line as cool/cruel as "Business Class", hooked up with a Heather Graham look-a-like after a little swing dancing or left an epic failure of a voice message.
Like generations before us, time marches on and catches us all. Most of my friends are married now and their wives have joined the crew on Friday nights. And that's cool, it's what all those nights out carousing are for, searching in the dark for someone to calm your restless soul. Tonight I may not soothe my soul, but like the guys in Swingers, sometimes it's just as good to hang out with your crew. Besides, this place is dead anyway man.
Swingers is the seminal film that, for good or bad, unleashed both Vince Vaughn and "you're so money" on us. At the same time it revealed the talents of the writer and co-star, Jon Favreau, and the director, Doug Liman. While Favreau gave us Iron Man and Liman gave us Mr. and Mrs. Smith (and thus Brangelina) Vaughn gave us uh, well mostly he just gave us Vince Vaughn. But I bring it up tonight because it remains one of the most entertaining and accurate representations of the American male in search of the elusive American female and the less elusive American Buzz.
Most of the scenes in this film feel like they could have been tailing me and my friends back when we were young and on the prowl. Ah the memories, the drives out into the boondocks in search of a great party, each in our own cars of course; the bar crawls and of course the inevitable "Boys in the Hood" moment. The Vegas scene, the video games before going out, getting shot down, par 3 golf played with a hangover and 2 clubs and a little diner action at the end of a long Friday night; I swear it's like watching a documentary. Of course none of us ever came up with a line as cool/cruel as "Business Class", hooked up with a Heather Graham look-a-like after a little swing dancing or left an epic failure of a voice message.
Like generations before us, time marches on and catches us all. Most of my friends are married now and their wives have joined the crew on Friday nights. And that's cool, it's what all those nights out carousing are for, searching in the dark for someone to calm your restless soul. Tonight I may not soothe my soul, but like the guys in Swingers, sometimes it's just as good to hang out with your crew. Besides, this place is dead anyway man.
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