Comments Off | Posted: June 12th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
Just three links, but they’re all amazing:
Laura Hudson’s first comic reads better than Chuck Dixon’s five-hundredth, which, if he’s not reached it yet, certainly won’t be for DC.
Birdie loves Top Chef as much as I do, but can draw a lot, lot, lot better. (You may need to refresh. His webhost is based on Hoth and they hired a Wampa as the sysadmin.)
Grab your copy of the big book and follow along! Again, I’m skipping Marvel and DC as you all have seen, analyzed, and dismissed those quite thoroughly already, I’m sure. Sims hit on most of the highlights, anyway, especially that Morrison Final Crisis: Superman thing.
Dark Horse The Art Of Tony Millionaire (Page 26) This is a large-trim, 200 page look at one of those artists that I just can’t get over. John Hodgman compares Millionaire to Herriman in a pull-quote featured in the solicitation, but I honestly think I like Millionaire’s work more, as his art surprises me almost every time versus the gorgeous but repetitive art in Krazy Kat.
Empowered Volume 4 (Page 30) I was talking to a Vegas pal of mine and he told me that the odds of the previous volumes being in stock at Diamond when this ships are 14:1. You really can bet on anything there. (More Adam Warren smarter-than-they-should-be sexual, superheroic shenanigans? Ys, pls.)
Mister X Archives (Page 37) Yeah, I’m pretty much going to have to get Dean Motter’s saga of an architect who fights the effects of psycheture in the city he designed, especially if it corrects the print issues from those incomplete iComics reprints from a couple of years ago. Yes, it’s $80, but there’s ways around that, my friend. Ways.
Hellboy Stuff (Pages 41-43) I’m a little sad how much I enjoyed the recent Lobster Johnson trade paperback versus the parent title’s contemporary materials. Maybe it’s just tired of watching a giant red guy with a stone hand punch his way out of situations. (I understand that if I’m tired of that, then I’m tired of live. C’est la vie.)
Image Guerillas #1 (Pages 142-145) Seriously, nine issues about commando chimps in Vietnam? Really? Damn.
The Pro (Page 150) You know, I think I may have to pick this up as I seem to have lost my original copy from a few years ago. My Garth Ennis Hooker Superheroine Comics section is missing its centerpiece.
Hawaiian Dick: Screaming Black Thunder (Page 153) They have to know exactly what they’re doing there, don’t they? Don’t they?
Ultra: Seven Days (Page 156) Another book I may have to get just to replace one that appears to have gone missing. You know, the Luna Brothers could have walked away from comics after this and I would have been happy. How they went from a female-positive superheroine series that looked at the psychological and sociological impacts of a world where commoditization of the empowered is the norm to “Invasion Of The Naked Flesh-Eating Egg Girls” is one of those enigmas that will baffle me for a long, long time.
Top Cow Wanted (Movie Edition Trade Paperback) (Page 177) “Hey, check out this thing that’s completely unlike that Angelina Jolie thing with the same name!”
My Verdict? Very faithful to the original Middleman series in all the right ways. The leads are razor-sharp, the story zips right along, and there’s only a very few moments of clumsiness that should be shaken down quickly enough. It certainly doesn’t hurt that original series creator Javier Grillo-Marxuach wrote the pilot and serves as an executive producer.
Comments Off | Posted: June 10th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
PART ONE:
Enter The Shark (OR: Pretty Girls Make Graves)
Frank Silva had been working his beat for a long time. Longer than he cared to admit; forty-one long years. He’d taken over the position of harbormaster from his father, Albus Silva, who’d taken over the position of harbormaster from his father, Baracus Silva. The Silva family had, in defiance of the town charter, maintained control over the harbor, and for good reason. They knew there was more to Amity Island’s waters than anyone wanted to admit. They knew that there had to be someone willing to help those who protected the island and its people. Harbormaster was not a position to be taken lightly, and Frank and his forefathers took it very seriously indeed.
Frank had just put the telephone down in its cradle (you know, where the phone handset goes) after calling his wife Minerva and letting her know he’d arrived safely and was down to his usual breakfast of Rice Krispies in that rickety shack he called an office for 9 hours a day when a clamor from outside rose up. Sheriff Martin Brody stormed in, slammed the door behind him, and dropped himself into the chair opposite Frank’s desk. Frank eyed him and he stabbed a spoonful of the cereal into his mouth.
“Well, Frank, aren’t you going to ask?” Brody asked Frank. Frank swallowed the cereal.
Frank paused. Looked at Brody. Brody was a lean, handsome, man, but not too handsome. He looked like one of your dad’s fishing buddies.
“OK, Sheriff Brody. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Christine Worthington. We just found her body washed up on the beach. Shark attack. Vicious one.”
Frank nodded and said “Pretty girl. Saw her messing around with that Cassidy boy on the ferry.”
Frank stood up and went to the cupboard and pulled out a box of Twining’s tea. “Would you like a cuppa, Sherriff? Always helps me think. That and my pipe.” Frank held up his pipe.
“No, thanks, Frank. I just…I had to get away from those people out there for a couple minutes. I have to get the beach closed signs out there. We can’t have a panic on our hands.”
“The mayor’s not going to like that, Sherriff”
“The mayor’s not very fond of me anyway, Frank”
Frank watched Brody leave and sipped his English Breakfast tea.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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[...]the goal here isn’t high art but a high-octane thrill ride. And it’s a success. Cover Girl is a buddy action movie with a gender twist mixed with romantic comedy. The overall message is that every problem, no matter how small, can be solved by pulling a gun and wise-cracking.
“List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to.”
Since I’m not much of a LiveJournaller and more of a “blogger,” I figure I should do this here. No jazz right now; I’ve not been much of a mood for it, instead listening to lots and lots of DJ mixes and dance records on shuffle.
“Desire” by Gus Gus Sort of like if Orbital and the Gus Gus that recorded “Believe” back in 1997 (!!! – OMG OLD NOW) hung out over one weekend, made an album that got destroyed somehow, and this one track emerged from the sessions. Here it is on the YouTube, with kinda crappy sound.
“The Greatest Dancer” by Robert Hood Robert Hood’s frenetic Fabric 30 mix peaks with this track by the man himself. Nothing like sped-up disco samples with an 808 kick to make sure I’m going to do that embarrassing chair-dancing thing in public.
“Sensual Seduction” by Hot Chip Snoop Dogg’s best song since he and Dre first parted ways gets a piss-take in the studio cover by the only band that makes 1981 Depeche Mode look like the Misfits. It’s out there in the wild, so a little bit of Google can help you find what you’re looking for.
“Dead Eyes Open” by Severed Heads The best Australian experimental/industrial synthpop duo’s best track that’s not “Twister” has been cropping up a lot lately for some reason, and I can’t figure out why. I love that left-right pinging arpeggio underpinning and the hoovering noises that hit around the two-minute mark before the chopped-up vocal samples kick in. Rumor has it they’re getting a deluxe back-catalog release in the near future thanks to a breakup, so maybe we’ll get more of their stuff on these fair shores.
“A Beautiful Day” by The Orb I paid real money to import the album this track is from late last year, and now you all can pick it up next week for cheap. While very little the Orb’s done in the 21st century (with the exception of Okie Dokie It’s The Orb on Kompakt,) has been worth very much, this certainly is: growling bassline, beautiful synth chords, appropriate squeaky noises, and then a choir of angelic voices. Slightly over-the-top sunset music for the Ibiza crowd and the sort of thing I love more than I really should.
“Cottonwool” (Fila Brazilia Mix) by Lamb Every year since 1998, I’ve had a spate of a month or two where I’ve been absolutely obsessed with this record. The drum-and-bass rhythms, the sloppy melodic line, Louise Rhode’s innocent-yet-seductive voice rising up at just the perfect moment to bring you in further? Hot damn, what a great record this is.
“The Creator” by Aisha Funny that I should mention The Orb, since the center sample of their “Blue Room” is extracted from this song. A Mad Professor production from back in “the day,” this is one of the few reggae vocal songs I want to hear on a regular basis. (I’m a dub guy; what can I say?) Summer’s here, so I guess we should all drink our Red Stripe and nod to this sort of record at barbecues across the land!
Special Bonus Track: “Charlotte” by Booka Shade The best track on their new album. Total hands-in-the-air, summertime electro-house. Seek it out.
If you want to do this meme, do this meme. I’m not assigning anything!
Comments Off | Posted: June 9th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
Not very many from the inside of the show, actually, as that place is not conducive to those of us who prefer not to use flashes. You can look at them here.
I don’t want to complain too much about the Puck, as it’s clearly a location that the people associated with MoCCA love (and rightly so – it’s a fantastic building with no shortage of history) but between inadequate air conditioning for the number of people moving in and out and the supreme silliness of having to take an elevator up to the seventh story for the additional creators, it may be time for a venue change. Maybe they can just book wherever the Golden Apple show normally holds its simultaneous events and work to confuse the people showing up for Denise Crosby’s autograph (and photo for an additional $20.)
Comments Off | Posted: June 9th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
A new installment of Smorgasbord, my semi-regular column devoted to restaurants in The City has been up for a few days, but I didn’t have my laptop, etc, etc, etc. Go read it and find out about the best fried green tomatoes in town, along with frozen custard and substandard Italian!
Comments Off | Posted: June 9th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
So. MoCCA Fest 2008. I got to see a lot of the usual suspects: Ed Cunard, Jog, Chris Mautner, Tim Leong, Laura Hudson, Marcos Perez, Justin Fox, Neilalien Gina FirstSecond, etc, etc, along with Birdie and Mike R and other friends and associates from hither and yon while missing out on some of my favorite people: John and Miranda (and Bully), Joe Rice, Alex Cox, etc, etc. The latter was partially my fault (I was so wiped out that I crashed out on Saturday night, unable to get up in time to go to the Chinatown Karaoke Explosion that has become a bit of a tradition) and partially that of inadequate air conditioning at the Puck and a New York City determined to punish everyone for daring to even consider stepping outside.
Next year, I promise, I will rage and rage and not go quietly into that indie comics night, people. Or I’ll at least save my pennies so I can stay on Friday night, making Saturday a bit less of a hectic day.
Anyway, here’s the important stuff – what I bought!
My Life in a Jugular Vein: Three More Years of Snakepit Comics and Snakepit 2007 by Ben Snakepit. This is probably the only “And then I…” autobiocomic that I find worth a damn, mostly because the creator’s life is fairly interesting when he’s not working at the video store, getting high with his friends, going to parties, or eating burritos.
Earth Minds Are Weak #10: The Sauce of Contention and I Dreamed of You and Mr. Eybyaninch by Justin Fox. The first is the latest installment of Fox’s ongoing surreal series of dramas, this time centering around an improperly-made meatball sub. The latter is…it’s just really fucking weird. I like it that way.
I Love Love (Too Bad I Hate You) by Hilary Florido. Teeth-achingly cute and viciously funny. Florido’s doing a western book for :01FirstSecond for next year and after meeting her and reading this, I’m pretty sure it should be worth some time.
Welcome to the Dahl House: Alienation, Incarceration and Inebriation in the New American Rome by Ken Dahl. Wow. Never has agitprop been so laugh out loud funny. When not ranting through his own damn self, Dahl busts out Gordon Smalls, a sort of Buddy Bradley who went to seed. The two-part “How To Steal The Food You Deserve” / “How To Get Arrested” set of skillshares from Smalls had me laughing aloud on the bus, looking like a damn fool.
Minis 2000-2002 by Becky Cloonan. There’s a bit in one of the one-page “Social Unrest” comics where Cloonan’s fingerprint just appears in the middle of the page and it’s unsure if it’s deliberate or an accident that made it through the various incarnations. It’s there, and it’s soon joined by others scattered throughout the book, as Cloonan is a big fan of heavy, deep blacks and those require much ink and patience. It’s obvious that she’s very short on the latter – she just wants to dive in and get on with it, and drying wastes valuable comics-making time. That’s just one of about ten thousand things I loved about this collection. (She also made the best stuck-at-work comic ever with “$7.50 An Hour,” in which our mouse-clicking heroine compares her life to that of the samurai, and comes out losing. Hilarious.)
Inbound. It’s a collection from the people behind the Boston Comics Roundtable, and you have to support your hometown, motherfuckers.
Chiggers by Hope Larson. I’m pretty sure we’re going to hear alllllllllll about this in a few months.
Harvest Is When I Need You The Most. A very strong collection of Star Wars stories, beautifully designed. You should get your own.
The Blot by Tom Neely. Everybody was singing its praises a little while back and a few flipped pages told me I rather needed it. Between him and the Sparkplug Gang, I spent $100 in less than 10 minutes. Comics, you bastard.
Asiaddict by Mats!?. I am a sucker for a good travelogue comic and since there are so very few good travelogue comics, this “far-out trip across the Bizarre, Lurid and Mundane tourist Minefields of Buddhisneyland” was one of those “no-brainers” the kids are always talking about. Dense, colorful, and well worth the $15 cover price.
Mine Tonight by Alixopulos. A noir story about a gun for hire who finds himself caught up in the 2004 presidential election, with a bit of autobiography thrown in. Yes, that sounds like something I’d like.
Reich 1-4 by Elijah Brubaker. The first issues of a massive biography of Wilhelm Reich ? Why the hell not? (It looked downright beautiful with high-contrast art and that style of big-head cartooning that I find myself a little in love with.)
Lunar by Vasilis Lolos. Becky Cloonan was selling this sci-fi minicomic by her partner and all you really need to get me to do to buy your comic blind is to be Vasilis Lolos doing a science-fiction comic. It’s a terrific example of what comics can do that prose or film can’t when it comes to presenting the surreal and haunting. I finished it and started flipping back and forth, taking this apparently-simple little story apart and finding a lot more there than you’d think. If you see it, get it.
Tear-Stained Makeup #7 by Marcos Perez. The best issue yet of Marcos’s ongoing soap opera. There’s some sexing in this one, too, so you can get your jollies off there if you’re like that.
Watching Days Become Years 2-4 by Jeff Levine. I picked up the first issue at SDCC 2006 and fell in love. It took two years, but I bought the rest of Jeff Levine’s essay comics that touch on about a dozen different things just perfectly.
Caveman In Space and Tales of Unusual Circumstance by Joey Weiser. A tiny bit reminiscent of Dave Roman and Raina Telgemeir, but without that slight bit of too-cuteness that leaves me only able to read a very few pages. The latter is a collection of minis done by the (too) young creator and the best parts are where he pokes at known conventions to create the funny.
March Hare 8 by Josh Cotter. Every day in March, Josh Cotter drew something. It’s a sketchbook that doubles as a virtuoso performance as he leaps between the familiar Skyscrapers of the Midwest style to life sketches, abstract doodlings, and graphical improvisations. It’s enough to make you hate one man’s talent and firmly places him as the guy who’s right next to Chris Ware in the “So, so much more than you think” section at Whole Foods.
King-Cat Comics & Stories #66 by John Porcellino. It’s a little-known rule of indie comics hipsterdom: if you see a John Porcellino mini-comic, you have to buy it.
AAAA Action Team by Pat Lewis. I’m a huge fan of Pat Lewis’s work and the guy himself, so it’s no surprise that I am telling you to get this comic book about a world-saving team of regular people who were chosen to save the world…because they were first in the phone book. (Terrific, funny concept and I hate him so much for coming up with it first.)
Mila and the Prince of Space by Evan G. Palmer. He’s the intern at the O’Malley-Larson comics compound and it’s very easy to see why they brought him on board. This honestly feels like work from someone with a few more years under their belt. I love his never-ending lines and facial expressions that tell the story better than chunks of exposition ever could.
Geraniums and Bacon #5 by Cathy Leamy. I put this last because she’s one of my better friends and I don’t want to make it look like I’m showing any kind of bias. (Though, you know, if I weren’t bias-ing, I’d not have put it last and said something about that, would I?) Anyway. Cathy’s stuff always inspires me and serves as a perfect example of what I like when it comes to autobiographical/real-life comics: talk about something interesting. Her piece on the Filene’s Basement Bridal Dress Run wouldn’t be out of place in something like the New York Times Magazine, and she manages to make bra-shopping into something that’s interesting for factors beyond Oh, Hey! Boobies!
In addition to all this, I also finally bought the Dinosaur Comics and Jellaby books. No, I have no idea why I waited for so long. There’s also a copy of Alex Robinson’s new graphic novel that I’ll be reviewing for Comic Book Resources, along with Adhouse’s Superior Showcase #3
Did you go? What did you get? Who did you see? Tell me all about it!
Comments Off | Posted: June 6th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
lp asked me to curate an edition of “Hey Mr YouTube DJ” over on the SXSW music blog, so I did that very thing. I revised this like eight times and still want to pick at it, so look forward to an unofficial additional five over on this site sometime.
Comments Off | Posted: June 6th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
Director Sam Raimi told reporters yesterday that he’s waiting to see the script for Spider-Man 4 before making the commitment to helm the picture.
“Right now James Vanderbilt is writing the script, and he’s working on it, and I’m excited to read it,” Raimi said in a group interview in Century City, “I think it’s going to be done in a few months. I’m hoping it’s as great as our discussions were about it and hoping it feels right for me, because I love Spider-Man, and I’m hoping I’m well-enough rested to, like, really embrace it and hoping that Sony wants me at that time to direct it.”
“It’s highly unusual for a director to want to see a script before taking the reins of a two-hundred million dollar effort,” added Sony studio chairwoman Amy Pascal.
“We’re willing to accommodate Mr. Raimi’s eccentricities and demands this time as the franchise has earned us what the accountants refer to as ‘an ass-load’ of money.”
Comments Off | Posted: June 5th, 2008 | Filed under:Uncategorized
There was a software program that I used for many years, WordPerfect, which is what I learned on and what I loved, but it didn’t paginate for you. So you had to pay attention to what was falling where, and it was very important to me to never have speeches break on pages. I would obsess, God, I need to get rid of one line to make this fit. And no matter how many times I’d pass through the script, I would always be able to find something to get rid of on any individual page. The fact that there was always something to get rid of on every page was a lesson. Every now and then I’d come to a page and go, There isn’t one thing that I can get rid of to buy a line, it’s so strong. I’ll stare at a page for fifteen minutes, Can I get rid of this? Can I get rid of that? I’ve been doing that for twenty-five years.
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Director Sam Raimi told reporters yesterday that he’s waiting to see the script for Spider-Man 4 before making the commitment to helm the picture.