So, I’ve never been a huge fan of Captain America. He’s always come across as kinda cheesy, and, much like Superman, has that Boy Scout personality that just doesn’t sit well with me. I like my heroes with flaws, dang nabbit! Despite my distaste for the comic version of the character, I’ve particularly enjoyed the way he’s been portrayed on film by Chris Evans in the MCU. Captain America: The First Avenger turned my perception of Cap around and I absolutely loved the film.
Young Justice is never coming back – and that’s the worst thing in the world. Let me explain why. While Marvel definitely runs the cinematic world with its adaptations, the realm of animation has always firmly belonged to DC. The X-Men and Spider-Man series from the ’90s are borderline unwatchable these days due to their badly aged animation and fairly by the numbers exploration of character.
Fiction tends to give crime a glamorous sheen that otherwise doesn’t exist in the real world. Stray Bullets removes that sheen and leaves us with brutal, unforgiving and often sad violence. While comics are no stranger to the world of crime fiction, Ed Brubaker’s Criminal being a particularly exciting and pulpy example, David Lapham’s Stray Bullets is one of the best at stripping it down to its core. It’s human interaction at its ugliest.
Cameron: The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All is a master class in short fiction. Laird Barron proves that with only a few pages he can conjure up some of the greatest cosmic horror and fill this terrifying world with believable characters. While Laird may indulge in similar themes as Lovecraft, especially the idea that […]
So, DC doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to movies. Sure, The Dark Knight trilogy is a high point (though I have serious beef with The Dark Knight Rises), but most other (live-action) attempts have been sub-par at best. (Opinions on Man of Steel are divisive to say the least.) So, when local comic sage Darren told me that Superman: Earth One was what Man of Steel should’ve been, I was cautiously optimistic – the comic stories are inspirational for a reason, after all. I definitely wasn’t disappointed.
Anthologies are cool. Horror movies are cool. Despite this, I’ve never really been enthused about horror movie anthologies. For me a lot of horror relies on world building. It’s the slow increase in tension; the building of fear as I lose myself further into the movie. When there is less room for this slower build I feel a lot of horror loses what makes it scary. V/H/S, however, proves me wrong. V/H/S has five separate found footage stories surrounded by a sixth story about some burglars stealing videotapes. Each tape they watch makes them realise that perhaps everything going on in the house isn’t kosher.