tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-379405602008-10-10T18:14:16.792-03:00Siskoid's Blog of GeekeryIs there any geek trash I won't touch? Not sure. Comics, cult movies, toys, RPGS, CCGs, gaming, SF, blogs and other obscura? Yeah, I'm in deep.Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comBlogger1454125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-5041025174694954272008-10-10T08:00:00.000-03:002008-10-10T08:00:00.724-03:00Charlton Love<span style="font-family:verdana;">There's something altogether bizarre about Charlton Comics, and I don't mean that in a good way. Take their view on love, for example. Charlton did have some romance comics, but that stuff leaked into their monster comics too:</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63Diq2BRI/AAAAAAAAKgg/8Ohi_XMWEAc/s1600-h/gorgo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63Diq2BRI/AAAAAAAAKgg/8Ohi_XMWEAc/s400/gorgo.jpg" alt="Getting licked in that fight" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339086661944594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh yuck. And what about King Kong rip-off, Konga?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63DjInUyI/AAAAAAAAKgo/lcrltAFZsAY/s1600-h/konga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63DjInUyI/AAAAAAAAKgo/lcrltAFZsAY/s400/konga.jpg" alt="Not a Konga line you want to get into" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339086786810658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don't even want to know why he imagines himself with giant exploding breasts in his dream.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And if you had both together?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63D1XVOVI/AAAAAAAAKgw/8n6Zd2c2PeA/s1600-h/konga2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63D1XVOVI/AAAAAAAAKgw/8n6Zd2c2PeA/s400/konga2.jpg" alt="Steve Ditko special indeed!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339091680377170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">No, no. Let's not even think about it. Lalala, I can't hear me. Let's change the subject. Maybe, uhm, sharks?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63EJoMkxI/AAAAAAAAKg4/rVMf_huc7m8/s1600-h/midnightcomics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63EJoMkxI/AAAAAAAAKg4/rVMf_huc7m8/s400/midnightcomics.jpg" alt="It's always midnight under the sea" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339097119822610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Aw damn, Charlton! Why would anyone do this?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess they got cocky once they managed to predict the line from one of the biggest romantic blockbusters of all time:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63EH4isYI/AAAAAAAAKhA/iGzTfygYbS8/s1600-h/hauntedlove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO63EH4isYI/AAAAAAAAKhA/iGzTfygYbS8/s400/hauntedlove.jpg" alt="One man who shouldn't stand next to those drapes" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255339096651510146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">With Burt Reynolds on the role of Jack.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Remember, kids:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHARLTON DOESN'T NEED YER STUPID MONEY!</span></span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-26733162181744978252008-10-10T07:52:00.001-03:002008-10-10T07:55:01.136-03:00Star Trek 672: The Crossing<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO80HNocLTI/AAAAAAAAKhI/pMCn_LR8X48/s1600-h/ST672.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO80HNocLTI/AAAAAAAAKhI/pMCn_LR8X48/s400/ST672.jpg" alt="ATCHOOO!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255476588687666482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">672. The Crossing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Bliss + By Any Other Name</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Enterprise meets its first non-corporeal life forms.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> It quickly turns into a possession story.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Crossing (not to be confused with Desert Crossing - do these have to sound so similar?) starts out strong with a beautiful alien ship design swallowing Enterprise like Jonas' whale. Inside it live subspace "wisps" that appear benign at first, but turn out to be evil (well, desperate) body snatchers. It's too bad too, because the idea that when they enter your body, your own mind goes traveling is never really explored. Everyone has an out-of-body experience to relate, but so what? Nor is it clear why they need a ship if they can really go anywhere in time and space.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though the first wisp we meet seems sensible enough, the "research into our own history" bit turns out to either be a lie or an objective not shared by others. In fact, the episode does a good enough job of giving each wisp its own personality and interests. Though it's stupid of them not to take over the Captain first, the crew still starts to fall quickly and discreetly. When Reed becomes a creepy sexual predator, the jig is up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The catwalk makes a return appearance as the refuge of choice. Sensible, perhaps, but a bit of reusing sets for the sake of it. From then on, the crew takes the necessary risks to get out of the situation alive. T'Pol allows herself to be possessed so she can learn their plans. Phlox actually has some fight scenes (with possessed Hoshi and compromised Trip), and they're among the most effective in the series, flailing about though they may be. It's nice to see a non-combatant in some action. Though the episode ends a bit abruptly with, one supposes, plenty of asphyxiated crew members to resuscitate, there's still a time element that keeps the tension up as the doctor works on the ancestor of the anesthezine gas delivery system.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Now, Enterprise is good at delivering action and suspense, so the episode works. However, it's too bad that their first meeting with non-corporeals had to end in genocide. That's not a very Trek way to finish things. Enterprise was under attack, and the crew didn't have much of a choice. But the writers did. The episode could have been elevated by a more upbeat, peaceful ending, perhaps using the wisps that weren't going to get a "vessel". Using them only as monsters is too easy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">LESSON: Don't let strangers into your head or pants.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - Medium: Well done, but doesn't play to Star Trek's values. Depressing when you consider it was written by the show's producers.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-91334223854726087482008-10-09T08:06:00.000-03:002008-10-09T08:06:00.398-03:00Shelving Spaces<span style="font-family:verdana;">I have a huge space problem at my home when it comes to shelf space. I currently have 13 bookcases of varying sizes - 3 for DVDs, 1 for RPGs, 3 for science-fiction, 2 for mostly other books, and 4 for mostly comics/trades (supplemented by 4 milk crates and 19 long boxes) - and all of them are overflowing. I guess that's why absolutely nothing is in order. They used to be, before my last move... THREE YEARS AGO! Man, I suck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've decided to take a snapshot of that chaos before I remedy the situation (HA!), and well, always nice to discuss literary tastes on a public forum. Here then is my </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >brown bookcase</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">. Location: Living room. Contents: Mostly classic literature and religion. Number of shelves: 3.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Bottom shelf:</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0NaawbI/AAAAAAAAKf4/WsAJsp3R0HQ/s1600-h/shelf1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0NaawbI/AAAAAAAAKf4/WsAJsp3R0HQ/s400/shelf1a.jpg" alt="Books will be the death of me" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254979282955583922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">A few well-perused anthologies from university, including that brownish one (a drama compilation with a makeshift cover), stand side by side with such largely unread essentials as Bullfinch's Mythology, James Joyce's Ulysses and Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass. Classic genre fiction like Sherlock Holmes and Abbott's Flatland have to share a horizontal plane with newer stuff like the Best of Crank, an excellent anthology of alternative SF, and Alan Moore: Portrait of an Extraordinary Gentleman. Most precious is a book of Byron's poetry, a mentor's gift. Most likely to be OFFERED as gift: Borges' Labyrinths, since I have those stories in other formats. Plus, Catch-22, Vonnegut's Mother Night, a half-read copy of Voltaire's Bastards, an Outline of the Bible, the Making of 2001, a science book called Paradigms Lost, a flimsy art gallery booklet and a novel I picked up for 5$ and likely will never read.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Second shelf:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0GRpUfI/AAAAAAAAKgA/YhFpYIiDRS4/s1600-h/shelf1b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0GRpUfI/AAAAAAAAKgA/YhFpYIiDRS4/s400/shelf1b.jpg" alt="It's like Farenheit 451 in here" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254979281039741426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">More Joyce, more Vonnegut, another science book (Hyperspace), but mostly, this is where my French-language books are hidden. There's my only Poe book as translated by Beaudelaire (Poe is generally acknowledged at being better in French). There's Dumas' Three Musketeers, some Ionesco, some Robbe-Grillet and a Dictionary of Symbols. Oddly, there are Monteigne essays and a Marie-Claire Blais novel translated into English. Perhaps even odder, the Life of Lewis Carrol and his Alice books are grouped together. Some plays, the best by Sam Sheppard, share the shelf with Swift, Nietzsche, Hesse and Cervantes. When I read The Creators by Daniel J. Boorstin, I thought it was a great way to learn about History. The Seekers is a follow-up I've yet to read. The Atlas of World History is nice too, its companion volume somewhere else entirely. I wish I had Burton's 1001 Nights, but the Penguin potpourri will have to do for now. Gravity's Rainbow is there because of a reference to it on the old John Larocquette Show, but it doesn't have a bite taken out of it (no? just me then). And the less said about that leather bound book on top, the better.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Top shelf:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0KcIl1I/AAAAAAAAKgI/ymayKDusL9c/s1600-h/shelf1c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0KcIl1I/AAAAAAAAKgI/ymayKDusL9c/s400/shelf1c.jpg" alt="Bookworms take note" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254979282157475666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Three themes really rule this shelf. The first is literary criticism, mostly delivered by Harold Bloom and Alberto Manguel, though Burgess also makes an appearance. Then, there's religion, with a couple of "Essential" books on oriental philosophy and faith. Finally, poetry: Two compilations of e.e. cummings' work, Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience with the plates pictured, Kazantzakis' modern sequel to the Odyssey, Dante's Divine Comedy in the best translation for my money - Dorothy Sayers' - and a Gérald Leblanc book, the best of our Acadian poets. A few Molière plays stack up on top. Odd men out: Burroughs' Naked Lunch, some humor book called Apocalypse Wow, and Frank Zappa's autobiography. The key works, however, are those big Borges bricks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Top of bookcase:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0SdyYZI/AAAAAAAAKgQ/zVm_Bzbw9n4/s1600-h/shelf1d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO1v0SdyYZI/AAAAAAAAKgQ/zVm_Bzbw9n4/s400/shelf1d.jpg" alt="Words, words, words" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254979284311892370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">When space is at a premium, you need to use every possible surface. While knickknacks like voodoo totems are bound to appear, it's the books that matter. More English and World lit anthologies (I love that onion paper), more Essential books on religions, more Bloom, and more Boorstin and Burroughs. Goethe's Faust stands next to a book of Letterman's Top Tens, which in turn leans on Pulp Fiction's screenplay. A well-represented author in my collection, Julian Barnes, has a single book on this bookcase. Short stories by Harlan Ellison, a couple of French-Canadian books of poetry, an anthology of Greek drama... and a book on the I Ching trying to escape entirely!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In the final analysis, I think I'd like to keep the anthologies, collections and mostly literary bent of this bookcase. The dubious "humor books" are probably heading for a packing box.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-35936586544792586612008-10-09T08:03:00.001-03:002008-10-09T08:04:59.013-03:00Star Trek 671: Canamar<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO3lL4XXWzI/AAAAAAAAKgY/A8glg6vYxP4/s1600-h/ST671.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SO3lL4XXWzI/AAAAAAAAKgY/A8glg6vYxP4/s400/ST671.jpg" alt="They like each other!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255108332482943794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">671. Canamar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Detained + Gambit</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The crew's competence.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The plot holes. The villains' incompetence.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The eponymous Canamar is a place we never reach, is never much discussed, and isn't finally dealt with. So while we haven't gotten very good titles since DS9, this one's among the worst. Even more so when you discover Canamar was indulgently named for a member of the production staff. In the episode, Archer and Trip are arrested and falsely accused of smuggling contraband and are now on a prison transport at least heading toward Canamar. Enterprise finds out, and it really looks like the situation could be over before it starts, with the authorities more than willing to free them. (So what WAS this contraband on Archer's shuttlepod? We never find out.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And then our heroes get stuck in the middle of a prisoner escape. Archer, ever the trickster, gets in good with the criminals by acting the part of the smuggler. Everything he and Trip try doesn't automatically work, but the bad guys are at least easily manipulated. I wish Kuroda had been as smart as he claimed to be. It would have made Archer's achievements a little more worthy. But there's still plenty of physical danger, with the episode ending on a reasonably exciting fight set on a crashing ship.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though Trip gets less of an active roll, he is once again in charge of the comedy portion of the show. He's stuck next to an annoying alien who talks his ears off. The thing about annoying characters: They're annoying for the viewer too. And there aren't many laughs to be gotten here. At least his make-up is interesting, which isn't something I can say about the Nausicaan heavy in the story. The more I see this "new look" Nausicaans, the more I hate them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though there are times when it feels like I'm watching Any Other Old Trek - including the first instance of a human figuring out alien controls without the benefit of a translator, and having an alien official standing around on the bridge - the final twist is worthy of Enterprise. As Kuroda's cohorts dock with the transport, we find out Reed and his men had already boarded and confiscated it. As for the quick epilogue, I fully appreciate Archer's outrage as he underlines the essential Enolian problem: How many innocent people DO they have languishing in prison? But coming in so late really sidesteps the issue. And it WAS the title, wasn't it?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Star Trek episode titles are not a proper way to impress girls.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - Low Medium: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though the action elements are enough to keep the viewer engaged, the episode feels like warmed up leftovers.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-78634232752988608132008-10-08T08:15:00.000-03:002008-10-08T08:15:00.357-03:00Fashion Nightmares: Marvel Universe 2<span style="font-family:verdana;">As long as I'm resurrecting old series this week, howzabout I take a look in the old superhuman closet for What Not to Wear to a Crossover? yes, Fashion Nightmares returns, this time with our second look at Marvel's bad choices from way back in Marvel Universe Deluxe #2, January 1986 (Beast to Clea).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've got to say, there are a couple of classic costumes in this issue, including Captain America's, Black Panther's and Beta Ray Bill's. These are pretty unimpeachable (yes, even Bill's). Of course, there are also some characters in rags, like Caliban and Callisto, and the odd Xavier's School uniform, but these have nothing to do with the character's judgment. No, a bad fashion choice is when you CHOOSE to dress like a giant chicken. Enter: Black Talon.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhy9R83uI/AAAAAAAAKfI/sMSkBtNmzSc/s1600-h/mu2-blacktalon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhy9R83uI/AAAAAAAAKfI/sMSkBtNmzSc/s400/mu2-blacktalon.jpg" alt="Poc poc puck-a!!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254612024561557218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sure, sure, there's a definite voodoo feel coming from that look (like somebody just put needles in my little doll's eyes, actually), but that's not how you dress for voodoo. THIS is how you dress for voodoo:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhy67SD0I/AAAAAAAAKfQ/el7I3my0Nt8/s1600-h/mu2-brothervoodoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhy67SD0I/AAAAAAAAKfQ/el7I3my0Nt8/s400/mu2-brothervoodoo.jpg" alt="Well-dressed man of the week" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254612023929605954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who's that voodoo sex machine to all the chicks? Brother Voodoo!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sometimes, the whole thing makes you look like a fool:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhzKuePKI/AAAAAAAAKfY/AFVdJDF1Pcg/s1600-h/mu2-captainultra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhzKuePKI/AAAAAAAAKfY/AFVdJDF1Pcg/s400/mu2-captainultra.jpg" alt="The costume that broke Photoshop" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254612028170845346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Captain Ultra looks like he walked out of the Crayola factory this morning, but even in black and white (THANK YOU, Essential Defenders!), he's still got to explain the metal codpiece and turtleneck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Black Tom is another character with grave problems.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhzPwLxcI/AAAAAAAAKfg/CANoF42Zxi4/s1600-h/mu2-blacktom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhzPwLxcI/AAAAAAAAKfg/CANoF42Zxi4/s400/mu2-blacktom.jpg" alt="More of a purple, really" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254612029520201154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">He's an X-Men villain with the mutant power to shoot flames from a wooden staff (he's Irish, you see, how so very celtic). So why's he dressing like a vampire? That high, pointy collar. That stylized bat logo. Dracula's facial hair. And he's not helping matters with the stretch-fabric Vegas act shirt or the "hit me here" belt buckle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sometimes though, it's in how you accessorize:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhzKDH0pI/AAAAAAAAKfo/3qizjfCtnTY/s1600-h/mu2-blackcrow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhzKDH0pI/AAAAAAAAKfo/3qizjfCtnTY/s400/mu2-blackcrow.jpg" alt="Must be a bitch to paint the inner thighs" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254612027989021330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Black Crow has a perfectly serviceable American Native hero look (i.e. he dresses like he was never "civilized"), but he has to ruin it with a goggle-eyed helmet. Black Crow, not Black FLY. Another example:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhox6ohmI/AAAAAAAAKeg/Y2b8Sy5X8y0/s1600-h/mu2-blackking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhox6ohmI/AAAAAAAAKeg/Y2b8Sy5X8y0/s400/mu2-blackking.jpg" alt="Some Constitution-signin' duds" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611849712272994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sebastian Shaw, the Hellfire Club's Black King, also dresses retro, and that would be fine except for the pretty pink bows in his muttonchops. It could be worse, of course. The have his female analogue, Selene the Black Queen, dress in S&M attire:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpNpOpYI/AAAAAAAAKeo/bXNv6-5GiwQ/s1600-h/mu2-blackqueen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpNpOpYI/AAAAAAAAKeo/bXNv6-5GiwQ/s400/mu2-blackqueen.jpg" alt="Well, slap me hard!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611857155466626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Proving once again that the Comics Code Authority was pure bollocks. And one last example of accessorizing gone bad:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpNkqzFI/AAAAAAAAKew/glfmXg0XqR8/s1600-h/mu2-blacklash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpNkqzFI/AAAAAAAAKew/glfmXg0XqR8/s400/mu2-blacklash.jpg" alt="Dude, whips are for girl villains" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611857136340050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Blacklash! Went a bit Buck Rogers on the gloves and boots, but really, it's the green plume that does it. Or undoes it. Why even dress in camo-black if you're going to advertise yourself to Iron Man from the ground that way?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The most mystifying fashion questions, however, have to do with people exchanging their perfectly good costumes for bad ones. Take the case of the Black Widow. Though slightly non-descript, her slinky black outfit is sexy in that Bond girl way.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpYQQu5I/AAAAAAAAKe4/AB_qPOWQ8iA/s1600-h/mu2-blackwidow1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpYQQu5I/AAAAAAAAKe4/AB_qPOWQ8iA/s400/mu2-blackwidow1.jpg" alt="Hawt" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611860003535762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I see nothing wrong with it whatsoever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So why this new look?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpYOgdQI/AAAAAAAAKfA/ghpG5zRIKtY/s1600-h/mu2-blackwidow2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhpYOgdQI/AAAAAAAAKfA/ghpG5zRIKtY/s400/mu2-blackwidow2.jpg" alt="Cold" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611859996177666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The case could be made that this catsuit is even plainer (and gray, not black). Sure, she gains a spider-logo, but it's positioned sexually (as opposed to sexily). But most of all, it's that middle aged socialite's haircut, complete with dangling earrings, that ruins the Widow's look. More recent looks have, in fact, done away with it.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhX3kVm6I/AAAAAAAAKeI/GGgwww5jtQ4/s1600-h/mu2-blackwidow3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhX3kVm6I/AAAAAAAAKeI/GGgwww5jtQ4/s400/mu2-blackwidow3.jpg" alt="Warmer, but a bit skanky" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611559171595170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">So it's without hesitation that I nominate the Natalia Romanova for Worst Makeover of the Week.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >BONUS: KIRBY FASHIONS!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I've been known to say before, Jack Kirby's cosmic fashions are damn near criticism-proof. They have a pure comic aesthetic that by and large read as good. But there are limits. If we look, for example, at Kirby Giants like the Celestials, why does Arishem the Judge "work", despite having a beer stein for a head?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhYHRUn2I/AAAAAAAAKeQ/7f10DIIZMYQ/s1600-h/mu2-arishem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhYHRUn2I/AAAAAAAAKeQ/7f10DIIZMYQ/s400/mu2-arishem.jpg" alt="Kirby Mugs... you know it's a good idea" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611563386806114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">But Ziran the Tester does not?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhYKXxr7I/AAAAAAAAKeY/G-2e_kk8bCQ/s1600-h/mu2-ziran.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOwhYKXxr7I/AAAAAAAAKeY/G-2e_kk8bCQ/s400/mu2-ziran.jpg" alt="Kirby Pinatas wouldn't be bad either" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254611564219183026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Short answer: Color. (Is that even Kirby's fault?) So make sure you match when you get dressed tomorrow. Everyone'll be watching.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-45992613707186309892008-10-08T08:11:00.001-03:002008-10-08T08:13:29.785-03:00Star Trek 670: Future Tense<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOyVm40sV5I/AAAAAAAAKfw/I6Dsc6Xs17k/s1600-h/ST670.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOyVm40sV5I/AAAAAAAAKfw/I6Dsc6Xs17k/s400/ST670.jpg" alt="Recognize anyone you know?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254739360555489170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">670. Future Tense</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> One Small Step + Cause and Effect + The Tholian Web + Doctor Who</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Tholians! Yessssssssssss!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Wasting time on time loops.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Of any of Enterprise's four seasons, the second can most readily be accused of Same Old Trek syndrome. And in a way, those bog standard stories make the Temporal Cold War stuff seem less out of place. Good for those 2 or 3 episodes, I guess. In Future Tense, a ship from Daniels' time, the 31st century, is found, and Enterprise must contend with time-active factions who wish to retrieve it. Along the way, a couple of temporal anomalies hit the crew, though at least we're in a time before the word "chroniton" was coined.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The mystery surrounding the ship is handled well enough. It's bigger on the inside like a TARDIS (an admitted homage), and its pilot is the result of generations of interspecies dating. Though the latter sparks some conversations, the former is underutilized beyond its initial shock value. Since it is damaged, it leaks radiation that spins people near it into repeating time loops, nothing we haven't seen before (very close to Cause and Effect, in fact), and in one case, amounting to a lot of padding. Archer and Reed working on a warhead only to see their work reset creates tension, but when the warhead is deployed and immediately defused, we realize the scene was only wasting our time (repeatedly).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Suliban were expected, especially with a TCW-type title like Future Tense, though they do show off a new and bigger ship. Still modular and vaguely crystalline, I don't think I like it better than the cell ships. Much more interesting (almost guaranteed to make you squee with glee, I'd say) is the first appearance of the Tholians since their very first in TOS. They don't quite have their web yet, but they do have some kind of energy dampening weapon. They're voices are like radio squelches. We're teased with finally seeing them in person, but that'll have to wait a bit longer. We're not ready yet. What do I think about adding them as players to the Temporal Cold War? Well, they already have ties to interdimensionality, having been known to send ships to the Negative Zone or whatever. It's too early to evaluate their role in all this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Being caught between the Suliban and the Tholians generates some sweet outer space action. Plenty of tension to go around as Enterprise tries to reach Vulcan reinforcements only to find them dead in space (good moment). Yes, it ends in something of a deus ex machina, but one the characters have to work for. Trip's activation of the time beacon is as much part of the action as the rest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> You can't keep a good alien down for more than 35 years, tops.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - High Medium: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The addition of the Tholians alone makes it worth seeing this side story of the Temporal Cold War.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-39518760410060051162008-10-07T08:15:00.000-03:002008-10-07T08:15:41.280-03:00Dr. Strangelove: The Cold War as Sexual Tension<span style="font-family:verdana;">Last week, I made the claim that Stanley Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb was one long sexual metaphor for the Cold War. While this occurred to me unbidden, I'm sure I'm not the first to say so. Still, with the most common discussions of the film taking the political route, with Fascism getting its legs back thanks to the Military Complex, etc., it may be worth exploring the idea on this blog. I've wanted to write more pieces on movies anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">One of the keys to the assertion that Strangelove develops an onscreen sexual relationship between two countries is the opening credits sequence. Right from the start, Kubrick is juxtaposing stock footage of a plane refueling, with its back and forth rocking motion and phallic fuel hose, with romantic music. At the very least, it looks and sounds like an education film on the birds and the bees. The same music will return at the film's climax, which we'll get to in due time.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD40Vt86I/AAAAAAAAKdY/fduGJ8K1av8/s1600-h/strangelove-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD40Vt86I/AAAAAAAAKdY/fduGJ8K1av8/s400/strangelove-1.jpg" alt="Ooh yeah" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227296170931106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The other major component is the bizarre rantings of General Jack D. Ripper about the communists wanting our "bodily fluids". This very famous WTF Moment eventually gets explained. Ripper talks about how this mad idea came into his head - during the act of love. After losing his "essence" inside a woman, he returned to an impotent state. He resolved never to waste his precious fluids ever again, denying women his essence.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD5AiHiyI/AAAAAAAAKdg/5XZgKyuaMPc/s1600-h/strangelove-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD5AiHiyI/AAAAAAAAKdg/5XZgKyuaMPc/s400/strangelove-2.jpg" alt="It must hurt" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227299444165410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">He has now applied this motivation to an illegal preemptive strike on the USSR. Ripper equates the concepts "World" and "Man" because both are 70% water. As communists want our fluids, their country is thematically linked to "Woman". The USA, by opposition, must be "Man", and as the images of phallic airplanes penetrating "Mother Russia" and dropping their "loads", it's looking like Uncle Sam is going to get some.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Men on the American side are basically separated into two types in the film. First, there are the military types who chomp on phallic cigars, are caught in compromising sexual situations, and desperately want to drop the bomb. They represent the sexual frustration that a Cold War must be to the military. Soldiers are built to fight, just as men are built to have sex (and women too, this is implied by the very concept of gender). Sometimes a cigar isn't just a cigar.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD5QVsYfI/AAAAAAAAKdo/ZcOPduWAuQ4/s1600-h/strangelove-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD5QVsYfI/AAAAAAAAKdo/ZcOPduWAuQ4/s400/strangelove-3.jpg" alt="I can't make these up" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227303687021042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">While Ripper's rampant (if restrained) sexuality is obvious, the same holds true of other military types. Our first contact with the ebullient General Buck Turgidson is through his secretary Miss Scott, the only female character in the film, in her bikini and rather familiarly talking with a Colonel like she's slept her way to the top.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD5wn1_gI/AAAAAAAAKdw/yGQCabWne44/s1600-h/strangelove-4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD5wn1_gI/AAAAAAAAKdw/yGQCabWne44/s400/strangelove-4.jpg" alt="Movin' on up" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227312353082882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">(She also appears as a Playboy centerfold with a book on Foreign Affairs on her fanny.) Turgidson entire demeanor in the film is one of adolescent energy, talking to his girlfriend on the phone while in the war room and getting excited at both sex and bomb talk. Like the Cold War's hold on fighting, his tryst with Miss Scott must also be put on hold during the crisis, the release of sexual energies described as a "countdown".</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD6DDlwxI/AAAAAAAAKd4/3gLpmWjxfkw/s1600-h/strangelove-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrD6DDlwxI/AAAAAAAAKd4/3gLpmWjxfkw/s400/strangelove-5.jpg" alt="Sometimes a cigarette is just a cigarette... NOT" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227317301297938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last, but not least, we have Major Kong aboard the bomber, which is the delivery system for the bomb, indelicately put, the penis of our story. Is it a coincidence that while setting the com system's prefix code to OPE, it lingers on letters that spell out GOD?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDybx8XjI/AAAAAAAAKcw/Yz9eU_dJXcA/s1600-h/strangelove-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDybx8XjI/AAAAAAAAKcw/Yz9eU_dJXcA/s400/strangelove-6.jpg" alt="Anagrams are fun" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227186499214898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The military characters in Strangelove are universally potent and powerful. The bomber crew's survival kit contains some strange items: condoms, lipstick, nylon stockings. Items that recall transvestism, but as Kong puts it, we should equate the invasion of Russia as a sexual escapade:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDyuEXW5I/AAAAAAAAKc4/TN50yE35l-Q/s1600-h/strangelove-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDyuEXW5I/AAAAAAAAKc4/TN50yE35l-Q/s400/strangelove-7.jpg" alt="Vegas, more fun than Dallas" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227191408319378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Keep in mind that the mission's original target is at Laputa, i.e. "the Whore".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The other type of male character is the impotent one, exclusively played by Peter Sellers. All but Strangelove (which we'll get to later) are those who want to stop the bombs from falling, and so aren't just depicted as the "reason" to the military's "passion", but as weak and powerless. Closest to Jack D. Ripper (remember that Jack the Ripper's murders were commited on prostitutes) is the RAF officer, Captain Mandrake. The English have a reputation for sexual repression and stuffiness that makes him a natural voice for restraint and the prolonged holding off of sexual release. As a representative of the Impotence Principle, Mandrake is continually ineffective at stopping the bomb from dropping. Nothing he says makes a dent in Ripper's opinion, he has trouble convincing Guano (who thinks of him as a "prevert"), difficulty calling the President, etc. He's also presented as "inexperienced" with (phallic) weapons and physically lame:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDy-XFqjI/AAAAAAAAKdA/RjLsbsR_Gno/s1600-h/strangelove-8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDy-XFqjI/AAAAAAAAKdA/RjLsbsR_Gno/s400/strangelove-8.jpg" alt="The third leg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227195781818930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Next is the stuffy-nosed (again, physically impaired) President who rejects any and all military points of view. In the President, we may find a reason for the sexual dry spell that has hold of the world. If he is Man and the Russian Prime Minister is Woman, as heads of each of their "political bodies", their communications can be interpreted as those of an old fighting couple. Throughout, the President is awkward and ineffective.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDzWBIJxI/AAAAAAAAKdI/vsW5LTZCqiE/s1600-h/strangelove-9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDzWBIJxI/AAAAAAAAKdI/vsW5LTZCqiE/s400/strangelove-9.jpg" alt="Talkin to the wife" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227202132158226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The only other Russian is the Ambassador, who despite boasting about his leader's virility, is also "female" in the language of the film, as intimated by this embrace with the truly virile Buck (a potent name).</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDzpx3JCI/AAAAAAAAKdQ/d1T1BeCkAlk/s1600-h/strangelove-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDzpx3JCI/AAAAAAAAKdQ/d1T1BeCkAlk/s400/strangelove-10.jpg" alt="We're all surprised" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227207436837922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">More signs of Russia's femaleness: Its people are hungry for nylons and washing machines, and of course, the idea that the bombardiers would have to disguise themselves as women if stranded on Soviet ground. If dropping the bomb is akin to an orgasm, should the doomsday device be the emasculating threat of Woman's "multiple orgasm" (i.e. revealing of women's greater, and thus threatening, sexual potency)?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now let me open some parentheses here about all a parallel symbol, i.e. what's with all the chewing gum? It appears frequently. The bomber's survival kits each has seven packs. Turgidson chews almost constantly. And Mandrake fiddles nervously with a stick, but never pops it in his mouth.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDq0NfZHI/AAAAAAAAKcI/PYmeauRlh4Q/s1600-h/strangelove-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDq0NfZHI/AAAAAAAAKcI/PYmeauRlh4Q/s400/strangelove-11.jpg" alt="Fiddling with it" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227055618253938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Gum, I believe, is a cigar substitute in the film. When characters cannot smoke (aboard a plane, in the War Room), they chew gum. In a sense, it is a delaying tactic for coitus, or perhaps a symbol of masturbation. Turgidson is without a doubt a cigar smoker like all the other generals, but his true climax is denied him both in terms of war and love (with Miss Scott still waiting for him in bed). For Mandrake, even masturbation is off-limits due to sexual repression.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Masturbation by an uncontrollable hand may also feature in the character of Dr. Srangelove. Here is a character of both described worlds. Like Sellers' other impotent characters, he is physically lame. But unlike them, he is a man of war. He smokes (though smaller cigarettes) and is a proponent of weapons of war. His right hand has a mind of its own that translates his particular sexual frustration into physical action. It wants to hold his cigarette (phallus), it wants to kill him (killing as sexual release), it wants to salute Fascism (the warlike, and thus sexual, way).</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDrdjsRDI/AAAAAAAAKcQ/hbUQMtkRsvc/s1600-h/strangelove-12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDrdjsRDI/AAAAAAAAKcQ/hbUQMtkRsvc/s400/strangelove-12.jpg" alt="Mine, no, mine!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227066717226034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Strangelove goes on to map out the postapocalyptic (postcoital) future of the human race, hiding down mine shafts, 10 women to each man, apparently screwing like rabbits. In this context, the Cold War takes the bent of the most primal sexual frustration, that of the virgin male. The first sexual act is preceded by an equal dole of anticipation and fear, and followed by sexual awakening (and for some the multiplicity of potential conquests delineated by Strangelove).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The film builds this anticipation in many ways, most notably the military march underscoring the bombing run, but also frequent double-entendres, both verbal and visual, that keep the audience's mind on sex.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDrpWv10I/AAAAAAAAKcY/MScfUPqIyxU/s1600-h/strangelove-13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDrpWv10I/AAAAAAAAKcY/MScfUPqIyxU/s400/strangelove-13.jpg" alt="Sorry about what I'm making you think here" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227069884159810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The net effect is to make the audience want to see that bomb dropped. True climax comes when it is, with Kong riding it. His mind far from fear or doubt, he is exhilarated. Making ass-slapping motions, the angle gives him the biggest erection on record.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDr9PWEpI/AAAAAAAAKcg/aPiTfMttY9M/s1600-h/strangelove-14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDr9PWEpI/AAAAAAAAKcg/aPiTfMttY9M/s400/strangelove-14.jpg" alt="The most famous erection ever" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227075221820050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The bombs, by the way, have graffiti on it (an air force tradition) that are tied to man-woman relationships. "Hi there" being an opening line, and "Dear John" a reference to letters used to leave a relationship. In this case, and appropriately so, "Hi there" will be used, the other no doubt reserved for "goodbye sex".</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDsGdmYQI/AAAAAAAAKco/DhvJZ-7CL14/s1600-h/strangelove-15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDsGdmYQI/AAAAAAAAKco/DhvJZ-7CL14/s400/strangelove-15.jpg" alt="You don't want to get that second one" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254227077697528066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">In the postcoital world, Strangelove is sexually awakened and regains the ability to walk. Awkward at first, in a parody of sexual release's "limb legs" phenomenon, but nonetheless made potent with sexual energy again.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDjKu4dHI/AAAAAAAAKb4/jk_Df4KUz7A/s1600-h/strangelove-16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDjKu4dHI/AAAAAAAAKb4/jk_Df4KUz7A/s400/strangelove-16.jpg" alt="Viagra" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254226924224935026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">The final end, a montage of nuclear explosions, is set to the opening, romantic music, taking us back to the initial symbol of copulation. How then can we not understand these explosions in sexual terms, as the orgasms they necessarily represent?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">An alternate ending, shot but not used, was a little less subtle than this, featuring a massive cream pie fight. I'm glad we were spared this ejaculatory frenzy.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDkYXAtAI/AAAAAAAAKcA/vZcxc6ISa7Y/s1600-h/strangelove-17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOrDkYXAtAI/AAAAAAAAKcA/vZcxc6ISa7Y/s400/strangelove-17.jpg" alt="I'm so, so sorry" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254226945062777858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Finally, and it's ridiculous not to see it from the word go, it's all right there in the title. Dr. Strangelove is too minor a character to reasonably inspire the movie's title. The "strange love" is actually the love for the bomb, or as this essay has attempted to show, the lust of one country for the other. Watch it again and tell me I'm wrong.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-84444141421327777622008-10-07T08:11:00.000-03:002008-10-07T08:13:52.098-03:00Star Trek 669: Cease Fire<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOtEKf9MtmI/AAAAAAAAKeA/-tItWq27iME/s1600-h/ST669.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOtEKf9MtmI/AAAAAAAAKeA/-tItWq27iME/s400/ST669.jpg" alt="You know he's gonna be all hands by the end of the date" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254368337425380962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">669. Cease Fire</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Shadows of P'Jem + Unification</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The Andorians, as ever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> T'Pol, recalled again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Another step is taken towards the Federation when the Andorians (well, Shran) request Archer to help settle a violent conflict between them and the Vulcans. One of the things that is obvious and perhaps strange in Star Trek (and perhaps SF in general) is how other cultures seem so homogeneous. Enterprise doesn't calling attention to that, and in fact, using it to make a point. The Andorians and Vulcans are one-faceted extremists (passion vs. logic). Only humanity, which alone in the galaxy has embraced diversity, can bridge the gap between them. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">On a more character-driven note, Cease Fire also gives Archer the chance to prove himself to Ambassador Soval. He ends up with friends (or at least, allies) on both sides. Suzie Plakson makes yet another Trek appearance, this time as the angry Andorian Tarah. That she turns out to be a traitor to Shran's cause is perhaps a little sad and obvious, though the episode does a good job of keeping just who shot down the shuttlepod ambiguous for a good fair length of time. Ironically, Soval probably wouldn't have been convinced of Shran's sincerity if she hadn't been there opposing his efforts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Take a drink if you noticed that Soval once again threatened T'Pol with a recall order. I did think it nice that in the middle of the action, Soval had time to express his disappointment with her career. It's true that she's ruining it running around with Archer (ergo, those recall orders).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Up in orbit, Trip gets a nice bit as he positions Enterprise between the Vulcan and Andorian ships, a metaphor for Archer down below AND humanity's role in general. Nothing really results from it, but it's cool and courageous of him. First time we see Andorian warships too. Rather basic and Star Wars-y, but it's a profile we haven't seen before. From some angles they look like spear heads or arrows.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Only through humanity can aliens come to understand each other because we essentially contain them. (Oooh, deep.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - Medium-High: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Possibly a crucial part of the Path to Federation story arc, with good guest-stars and a strong theme about humanity's place among the stars.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-767633171000424552008-10-06T07:05:00.001-03:002008-10-06T07:05:00.313-03:00Gamer Profile: Mitrael<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOlRHBm2EhI/AAAAAAAAKbw/A0gDnVI_10w/s1600-h/mitrael.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOlRHBm2EhI/AAAAAAAAKbw/A0gDnVI_10w/s320/mitrael.jpg" alt="Mitrael and the Temple of Doom" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253819621436690962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I haven't done of these in a while, and I really should get back to covering things other than comics. Older player profiles can be found at:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://siskoid.blogspot.com/2007/11/gamer-profile-jerk.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gamer Profile: The Jerk</span></a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://siskoid.blogspot.com/2007/10/gamer-profile-pout.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gamer Profile: Pout</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As for Mitrael, he's one of my actual players like Pout (and since the very same day), but where Pout is anti-establishment, Mitrael represents the forces of order. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Archetype:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The noble, self-sacrificing hero for whom hit points are not as important as the in-game romantic interest's life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Explain:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Though I've known curses, I've mostly been blessed with actual role-players. To Mitrael, rules are necessary abstractions required to play the game, but are not its ultimate object. The story comes first. Even his character's life can only ever come in second. Here's the player who'll throw himself in the jaws of a Tyrannosaurus Rex rather than see a woman get chomped. No matter how crazy things get, or how ridiculous, you can always count on him to sublimate his own impulses to joke around and bring the entire table's attention back to the matter at hand. Duty and honor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And though Mitrael is definitely a funny guy, that focus makes him a natural straight man in games, as his character suffers everyone else's lunacy. And when I, as GM, see a straight man, especially a noble one, it's my cue to pile humiliations on his head. And Mitrael always plays to that, the patient victim, the valiant scapegoat. There's great humor to be had in a character hard put upon, but also great elation when that character gets his revenge.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Psych Profile:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I always find that the character choices a player makes are revealing of that player's nature. Lets looks at Mitrael's life: The guy is a trained fencer, has real issues with breaking his word in the tiniest ways, and an avid reader of Dumas and Tolkien. Is it any wonder that his power fantasies cast him as a later-day musketeer?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Best game: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mitrael was never so hard put upon than as the new sheriff of Paradise in our GURPS Old West game. The citizenry just didn't take to his Indian upbringing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So to all his characters - Mitrael, Johnny Spade, Absolut, Agent Dice, Isander Raventree, Fallout, that Vulcan captain and others - I raise my dice glass. Here's to all games past and to come.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-4338645744535121862008-10-06T07:00:00.001-03:002008-10-06T07:00:02.127-03:00Star Trek 668: Stigma<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOlQx0QGfhI/AAAAAAAAKbo/lPuK5GycLYU/s1600-h/ST668.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOlQx0QGfhI/AAAAAAAAKbo/lPuK5GycLYU/s400/ST668.jpg" alt="Heading for a threesome" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253819257074384402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">668. Stigma</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fusion + Dax + Destiny</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Phlox's wife. Nice matte shots.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The heavy-handed metaphor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The events of Fusion come back and bite T'Pol in the ass. If the rather icky metaphor in that episode, if you'll remember, was date rape represented as a mindmeld. In those terms, T'Pol got the equivalent of HIV in that exchange, something that brands her as a deviant in the eyes of other Vulcans. Indeed, the episode goes on to equate the minority that can mindmeld to homosexuals (one of them even comes out of the closet). In the episode's vocabulary, there's no rush to cure the disease because it only affects society's undesirables, but T'Pol's situation is proof that an illness cannot discriminate. I.e. HIV doesn't just target gays, addicts or Third World countries. When Trek hammers the message this strongly, it's hard not to feel preached to, but to be fair, the episode was part of Viacom's HIV awareness program, so we're not supposed to miss the point.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">While I've often stated that T'Pol is my least favorite character, I'm getting used to her. If you're interested in an Enterprise drinking game, by the way, be sure to drink every time they threaten to recall T'Pol to Vulcan. Though the episode is clearly about her, she doesn't get the bigger role. Archer's the actual main character, fighting for her passionately and legally. His point about humans embracing diversity more than Vulcans ever have is well put, and this episode is definitely part of the slow march towards TOS' Vulcans, not just because of the revealed "dissident movement" of melders, but of the IDIC principles espoused by Archer, but not the High Command. By the end of the episode, T'Pol is made an advocate for change.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Serviceable - if obvious - drama, but the B-plot outshines it. There, we meet Phlox's second wife, giving us more insight into Denobulan culture (they smell rather than kiss each other, for example) and psychology (how could there be jealousy on a world where everyone has multiple spouses?). The fun of it, of course, is watching Trip squirm as Feezal attempts to seduce him, with Phlox laughing all the way. Both plots consider a similar theme - cultural taboos - one dramatically, the other comically.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A small note about that other non-favorite character: Travis. Though we never see a lot of him, the accumulation of tiny moments evident when watching these episodes back to back makes him out to be something of a daredevil. Too bad that never really went anywhere.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> HIV doesn't discriminate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - High Medium:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Sure, the main story is overly obvious, but it's worthy. I'd have watched a full 40 minutes of Mrs. Phlox's bedroom farce though.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-41279849750085092702008-10-05T15:08:00.002-03:002008-10-05T15:13:53.387-03:00This Week in Geek (29/09-5/10/08)<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Buys</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOkDTbaeGoI/AAAAAAAAKbY/9YxbpVJKhRs/s1600-h/thing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOkDTbaeGoI/AAAAAAAAKbY/9YxbpVJKhRs/s200/thing.jpg" alt="The Great Canadian Winter" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253734072615574146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Iron Man came out this week, so what do you think? Jon Favreau's really entertaining on other commentary tracks, so I'm sad not to see one included. Ah well. I also got me something missing from my collection: John Carpenter's The Thing. I mean, what was I waiting for? For Kurt Russell to come to my house and kick my ass personally?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">"Accomplishments"</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOkDTfKi2JI/AAAAAAAAKbg/vJaSxKubr2g/s1600-h/Legion_REV-2_Beat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOkDTfKi2JI/AAAAAAAAKbg/vJaSxKubr2g/s200/Legion_REV-2_Beat.jpg" alt="And a brilliant cover too" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253734073622517906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Books: Finished Teenagers from the Future, Sequart's collection of some 18 essays (20 if you count preface and epilogue) on the Legion of Super-Heroes. These range from studies of specific elements (fashion, utopian architecture, homosexuality) to literary criticism of the books' various eras, sometimes exposing some very interesting, and even surprising themes. One thing that does come through in the book taken as a whole is how the Legion was so often in the avant-garde of superhero comics, doing first what we would take for granted later. A very interesting read which, while it could have withstood a little more proofreading in some essays, is nonetheless very well organized by editor Tim Callahan, disparate articles somehow fitting the Legion's actual publication history.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">New </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.siskoid.com/WhoCCG/LoT"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unauthorized Doctor Who CCG</span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;"> cards: 13, finished The Invasion of Time and even slid in a couple from Genesis of the Daleks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Someone Else's Post of the Week</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOkCt1FLqMI/AAAAAAAAKbQ/9kqj3ZfERFA/s1600-h/banner-fractalhall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOkCt1FLqMI/AAAAAAAAKbQ/9kqj3ZfERFA/s400/banner-fractalhall.jpg" alt="Fractal-free banner" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253733426670577858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Madeley's Fractal Hall Journal has really stepped it up lately, and among a number of excellent recent articles, I'd like to recommend "</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.fractalhall.com/blog/?p=385"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keys</span></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">", which talks about those moments of epiphany when you suddenly "get it". Krypto, Shakespeare, whathaveyou.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-5955996989854915352008-10-05T10:31:00.002-03:002008-10-05T10:35:54.277-03:00Star Trek 667: Dawn<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOjB3u93xXI/AAAAAAAAKbA/H0XCh2KFj5E/s1600-h/ST667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOjB3u93xXI/AAAAAAAAKbA/H0XCh2KFj5E/s400/ST667.jpg" alt="Planet Placid" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253662128572188018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">667. Dawn</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Enemy Mine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A well-realized alien. Trip finally competent.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Stolen wholesale from a movie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The only thing really going against this episode may not affect some viewers. If you've never seen Enemy Mine with Dennis Quaid and Louis Gossett Jr., then it's all new to you. Or it might instead remind you of episodes like The Enemy or Darmok, and sure, there's a little of The Ascent in there. But by and large, this is exactly like Enemy Mine: Downed enemy pilots, one human, the other rather more alien than we're used to, must learn to communicate, trust each other, and wait for rescue. The only difference is that for episodic television, time has been compressed and a deadline added.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though it crosses the line, in my opinion, between homage and plagiarism, I can't deny Dawn's qualities, imported from elsewhere though they may be. Trip, for example, has never been so competent. Usually used as a clown, in Dawn he manages to successfully and believably deal with the Arkonian survivor. Fighting him (in one of the better choreographed fights in all of Trek), befriending him, and ultimately saving his life. Some highlights include using his log playback to lure the alien away from camp, and repeatedly throwing away the gun to show his intentions. Because of the language barrier, we get a lot of Trip talking to himself, but the character's comic take on things keeps it interesting rather than tedious.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I won't pretend the Arkonians are as interesting as the Enemy Mine alien played by Gossett Jr., but the portrayal is still well beyond what we usually get on Star Trek. His body language is well suited to his reptilian look, and his delivery of English words funny without being silly. It's just too bad the "translated" Arkonians dealing with Archer have none of that flavour. The various reversals of fortune on the planet gives both Trip and Zoh'Kaan their proper due as "heroes", both fighters, but both noble and honorable. Too bad we never saw these (admittedly insular) aliens again. I guess our friendship with the Vulcans was just too much for them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Theft is the greatest form of flattery. See you in court.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - High Medium: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">It's the best Trip episode yet, possibly ever, so I won't really begrudge it the fact its roots are showing.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-52013250742476513592008-10-04T11:47:00.001-03:002008-10-04T11:55:20.594-03:00Spaceknight Saturdays: Secret Invasion Tie-In!<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCflmgYZI/AAAAAAAAKa4/XDUk1yV5-hA/s1600-h/rom24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCflmgYZI/AAAAAAAAKa4/XDUk1yV5-hA/s320/rom24.jpg" alt="Did anyone ever win that bike?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310969532146066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rom continues his tour of the Marvel Universe, this time going right to its fringe as he meets Nova, the Nova Corps and the Xandarian New Champions. Sure, Nova has his own title NOW, but back then, he was on the outs. His own series had ended at #25 with his new status quo on Xandar, and aside from a Fantastic Four appearance that had pitted him against the Skrulls, had this Marv Wolfman creation left dangling in limbo (not THAT limbo). Can Rom help him fulfill his destiny like he did another Wolfman creation, Torpedo?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">First, he has to meet Nova. Which is easily arranged seeing as a) he's in a Skrull ship and b) the ship stops near Xandar rather than Galador's "Golden Galaxy". Since this is a Marvel comic, they fight:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcEIoixI/AAAAAAAAKaQ/hi3c-62N_jE/s1600-h/rom24-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcEIoixI/AAAAAAAAKaQ/hi3c-62N_jE/s400/rom24-1.jpg" alt="Lighting up the night sky... with his FISTS!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310909008874258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">And since this is a Rom comic, the Spaceknight quickly hands him his ass. Mention of Earth pacifies Nova, and the two heroes exchange flashbacks. In fact, Nova seems plagued by flashbacks.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcFImyVI/AAAAAAAAKaY/9BeTQf-ZFOo/s1600-h/rom24-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcFImyVI/AAAAAAAAKaY/9BeTQf-ZFOo/s400/rom24-2.jpg" alt="And Firestom thinks he has problems" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310909277194578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">He's also bored stiff, having been relegated to guard duty while the New Champions and Nova Corps as gone out to meet the Skrull spearhead. But lo, Rom has arrived just in time to see the Xandarian force's victorious return from thei war with the Skrull Empire.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcaHeySI/AAAAAAAAKag/m2n52-IPMz4/s1600-h/rom24-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcaHeySI/AAAAAAAAKag/m2n52-IPMz4/s400/rom24-3.jpg" alt="Beam me down, Scotty" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310914909620514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">But I promised a Secret Invasion tie-in. As you know and are possibly doing your best to ignore, Marvel Earth is currently in the throes of a major offensive from the Skrulls, and it may be helpful to look at their strategy against Xandar and see 1) how it relates to Secret Invasion and 2) how it relates to the Dire Wraiths' own, and I say more successful, "secret invasion".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Obviously, the returning forces have been replaced by Skrulls. That's what shape-shifters would most certainly do. So once you get back to the enemy's world, what's the first thing you do? Infiltrate all levels of society? Get close to the leaders and assassinate them? No, the way to kick off a Secret Invasion is to DECLARE YOUR PRESENCE!</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcepubGI/AAAAAAAAKao/4RKpb8azQig/s1600-h/rom24-4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcepubGI/AAAAAAAAKao/4RKpb8azQig/s400/rom24-4.jpg" alt="Clap clap" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310916126993506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">So that hasn't changed. At least Bendis is consistent with past portrayals. Advantage: Dire Wraiths. Rom's used to much worse - it's gonna be a massacre.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcT2PEiI/AAAAAAAAKaw/zzE6CZXkDB0/s1600-h/rom24-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCcT2PEiI/AAAAAAAAKaw/zzE6CZXkDB0/s400/rom24-5.jpg" alt="A little bit of the Omac in him" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310913226674722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">The only link is the shape-shifting, Rom. Trust me. Meanwhile, Nova also gets up to some badassery when he goes up to meet the Skrull-infested warship in orbit.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCSTc6V_I/AAAAAAAAKZo/jXXFnnE_rDM/s1600-h/rom24-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCSTc6V_I/AAAAAAAAKZo/jXXFnnE_rDM/s400/rom24-6.jpg" alt="No pressure" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310741321766898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Result:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCS1xpYNI/AAAAAAAAKZw/eaubc1X-h7o/s1600-h/rom24-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCS1xpYNI/AAAAAAAAKZw/eaubc1X-h7o/s400/rom24-7.jpg" alt="How haven't the Kree exterminated them already?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310750535540946" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Turns out New Champion Diamondhead is a filthy traitor, leading to a silent fight between him and Nova (in space, no one can hear you bluster - despite the fact that we've seen a couple of space battles where Nova could indeed speak), which sends Diamondhead to his Skrully buddies.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCTWNExUI/AAAAAAAAKZ4/3aZSZGUigiQ/s1600-h/rom24-8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCTWNExUI/AAAAAAAAKZ4/3aZSZGUigiQ/s400/rom24-8.jpg" alt="Cannonball run" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310759240516930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Simple matter then to rescue the real Nova Corps and surviving Champions from a sort of Negative Zone/transporter buffer thingy called a "Dimensional Phaser". And it's back down to Xandar to finish the fight. How IS the full frontal assault strategy going for the Skrulls anyway?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCUL_eOAI/AAAAAAAAKaA/2lWpFR6oGOo/s1600-h/rom24-9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCUL_eOAI/AAAAAAAAKaA/2lWpFR6oGOo/s400/rom24-9.jpg" alt="Do not look the bottom right hand corner Skrull in the eyes" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310773678979074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">About as expected.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Once the tide is turned and the enemy beaten, it's time for Mantlo to put Nova out of his misery. He's teleported back to Earth by Xandar's Protector, without his uniform or powers, to live a normal life. But can he teleport Rom to Galador? Maybe. As soon as he finishes his game of Tetris.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCUYBXzlI/AAAAAAAAKaI/TqY0EZJPGJM/s1600-h/rom24-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOeCUYBXzlI/AAAAAAAAKaI/TqY0EZJPGJM/s400/rom24-10.jpg" alt="How can I be inscrutable if I give you all the answers?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253310776908172882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Moved? The Skrulls could take a page from the Dire Wraith handbook, that's for sure. They're moving entire GALAXIES about! None of this "turning into combinations of superheroes" malarkey.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Next week:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> The double-sized 25th issue!</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-23237320355540148052008-10-04T11:01:00.001-03:002008-10-04T11:02:29.169-03:00Star Trek 666: The Catwalk<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOd3Q6Y6rrI/AAAAAAAAKZg/TcxtAWhjUrA/s1600-h/ST666.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOd3Q6Y6rrI/AAAAAAAAKZg/TcxtAWhjUrA/s400/ST666.jpg" alt="So was it ALL Riker's simulation?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253298622786350770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">666. The Catwalk</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fair Haven + Apollo 13 + Starship Mine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A new and unusual part of the ship.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A bit too compartmentalized.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The kind of story that was inspired by looking through one of those technical manual, it features the inside of a warp nacelle for the first time since Eye of the Beholder, and to good effect. When a deadly [technobabble] storm front approaches, Enterprise can't outrun it at its low speed (epic fail moment), so the crew takes refuge inside a nacelle where they can best weather the radioactive barrage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The "catwalk" becomes a kind of shanty town for the week, where we see the crew roughing it, getting on each others' nerves, and sharing the kinds of moments you only do on long road trips or camping excursions (talking through all hours of the night, for example). Enterprise features some of its best ideas when the dangers of space travel are the focus, and the switch to a cramped section reminds me of Apollo 13's famous move to the lander. It would have been nice to see the nacelle as one long tube crammed with people, but compartments was no doubt more realistic and cost effective. At least we get to see Chef (sort of) for the first (and technically last) time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Though tensions get naturally high, an outside danger rears its head when Engineering comes online all by its lonesome. Turns out some refugees Enterprise took on are fugitives from a piratical military force who's trying to confiscate Enterprise. They don't know the crew's in a nacelle and are about to fry them alive by turning on the engines. At this point, the episode turns into Die Hard, with lots of action, bravado and clever tricks to get the aliens off the ship. Fun stuff.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Save the animals, but screw the hydroponics.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - Medium-High: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">A clever use of the ship's entire space with plenty of character moments, but also a satisfying action-filled finale.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-23292057198997471142008-10-03T20:12:00.002-03:002008-10-03T20:18:20.151-03:00Friday Night Catfight: Le Massacre<span style="font-family: verdana;">I've been absent from Friday Night Fights lately due to work-related stuff, but I just had to post a bit about Kraven's daughter (hereafter: Kravène).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The issue is Amazing Spider-Man #567. To whom does she deal the greatest blow? Is it...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Spider-Man?</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOanOJWQVDI/AAAAAAAAKZI/7xbFrF70G50/s1600-h/catfight9a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOanOJWQVDI/AAAAAAAAKZI/7xbFrF70G50/s400/catfight9a.jpg" alt="Non mais!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253069876843533362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Daredevil?</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOanOGa03bI/AAAAAAAAKZQ/FLVzJIe57Jw/s1600-h/catfight9b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOanOGa03bI/AAAAAAAAKZQ/FLVzJIe57Jw/s400/catfight9b.jpg" alt="Oh la la!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253069876057398706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nope. The answer is: The French language!</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOanOa8WapI/AAAAAAAAKZY/9EAv4LZ6yu8/s1600-h/kravene.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOanOa8WapI/AAAAAAAAKZY/9EAv4LZ6yu8/s400/kravene.jpg" alt="Non, vraiment, ça pas d'allure" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253069881566718610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Writer Marc Guggenheim isn't just bad at not <a href="http://www.postmodernbarney.com/2008/09/marc-guggenheim-is-ass.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">calling people who don't like his Spider-Man comics queer</span></a>, but as it turns out, his French is equally atrocious.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That first sentence is fine: "Where are you going?" The second is a mangled translation that doesn't even pass the BabelFish test. Let me try a re-translation here: "I am not massacre made you yet." I believe she's trying to say "I haven't killed you yet," or perhaps even more simply "I'm not done with you." In the future, Kravène would do better with "Je ne vous ai pas encore tués," or "Je n'ai pas fini avec vous."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The more you know, the more you realize <a href="http://bahlactus.com/2008/10/fnf-ladiesnight-rnd9/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bahlactus</span></a> knows all.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-37365352516337111312008-10-03T08:15:00.003-03:002008-10-03T08:20:08.418-03:00Every Universe Needs a Slime Monster<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">SLUDGE #1, Malibu Comics, October 1993</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_ZisxanI/AAAAAAAAKZA/lG7v9m8pnjQ/s1600-h/slud1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_ZisxanI/AAAAAAAAKZA/lG7v9m8pnjQ/s320/slud1.jpg" alt="Oooh, snotty!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252885354673957490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">From Malibu Comics' Ultraverse comes Sludge, yet another slop monster created by none other than Steve Gerber, the same guy behind the Man-Thing. It's the same old curse: Once you've worked on a muck monster comic, you're doomed to do so again. But how many times can you go to the well?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I'm unenthusiastic about Sludge because, well, I've seen it all before. A cop falls into a chemical, then into the sewers. He's turned into a monster and would rather be dead. The monster has the cop's memories, but his mind is affected - he can't think straight. Oh, and get this: When he puts his hands on skin, it turns to putty and he can mash it in gross and exciting ways.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_JnQ9f3I/AAAAAAAAKYg/9kJfSngyasU/s1600-h/slud1-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_JnQ9f3I/AAAAAAAAKYg/9kJfSngyasU/s400/slud1-1.jpg" alt="Will I still be able to play the piano?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252885081021579122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Just like the Man-Thing (a scene just like the one above even occurs in Rampaging Hulk #7).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But it's not the same-old, same-old origin that loses me. It's not even the fact that Sludge is the only character well drawn by artist Aaron Lopestri (and he's a misshapen creature). No, it's the nastiness of the comic. Take, for example, this pointless drive-by that attracts Sludge's attention:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_JgrGw1I/AAAAAAAAKYo/cDIc024ciOs/s1600-h/slud1-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_JgrGw1I/AAAAAAAAKYo/cDIc024ciOs/s400/slud1-2.jpg" alt="Sicker? Or SICKEST?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252885079252190034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Does there HAVE to be a dead baby in the shot? It managed to go too far and not far enough at the same time. This kind of stuff either has to be subtle or an obvious Garth Ennis-style black comedy. Here, it's just tastelessly violent. More? You fiends. Ok, here's the final demise of a thug (after the others have been face-melted, beaten to death or had their backs broken Bane-style):</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_Jz_K4qI/AAAAAAAAKYw/hHqs6e3YPrs/s1600-h/slud1-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_Jz_K4qI/AAAAAAAAKYw/hHqs6e3YPrs/s400/slud1-3.jpg" alt="Oh, those sticky theater floors" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252885084436619938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sludge frickin steps on a guy's head and crushes his face into the pavement. That's just sickening.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The two other issues I bought have gory autopsies, women being shot in the head, and people ripped in half by gunfire. Too nasty for any of Gerber's flights of fancy to keep me aboard. By the time Sludge tries to get drunk, well, I knew there was nothing left in the well.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_KL12fpI/AAAAAAAAKY4/hQ0bJfercQ4/s1600-h/rating-shark.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX_KL12fpI/AAAAAAAAKY4/hQ0bJfercQ4/s400/rating-shark.jpg" alt="Shark wants chewing gum, now!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252885090839985810" border="0" /></a>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-6459685312932548442008-10-03T08:13:00.001-03:002008-10-03T08:15:32.450-03:00Star Trek 665: Precious Cargo<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX-kCZ9HUI/AAAAAAAAKYY/Wh1ymhfSX-Y/s1600-h/ST665.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOX-kCZ9HUI/AAAAAAAAKYY/Wh1ymhfSX-Y/s400/ST665.jpg" alt="What happens next? Can you guess, boys and girls?" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252884435472031042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">665. Precious Cargo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">FORMULA: </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The Perfect Mate + Elaan of Troyus</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE LIKE IT:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Archer's interrogation scene.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WHY WE DON'T:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Padma Lakshimi's acting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REVIEW:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> A really, really derivative script, this one. It's the classic "two people who hate each other fall in love on a desert island" shtick, which must have seemed even more familiar to Scott Bakula and his fans given that Quantum Leap did an episode on that once. The reuse of a beautiful Kriosian in stasis further mirrors The Perfect Mate, except Kaitaama is shrewish where Kamala was charming. Interesting to get a sense of Krios before the Klingons took it over, but they really didn't reinvent the wheel when it comes to the plot.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I won't argue that Padma Lakshimi isn't a beautiful, exotic woman, but the acting just wasn't there for me. At times, it seems like it's her poor handle on the Enlish language, at others, her model/celebrity chef roots are simply showing. It doesn't help that Kaitaama is written to be a romance cliché, going from total disdain of Trip to sleeping with him in very little time indeed. She's an object, so it's perhaps fitting that her acting be wooden.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The shipboard stuff is more interesting as Archer and T'Pol put on an outrageous good cop/bad cop routine to intimidate a kidnapper into giving up his ship's position. Nice staging (did they empty the mess hall for this or are there large empty rooms on Enterprise?) and a real hoot. T'Pol sizes the man up for his coffin, of all things. It's like a personal Corbomite Maneuver.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And there are some good production values too. The swamp set is expansive enough to be credible (finally, an environment Hillbilly Trip can be comfortable in), the jungle music quite good, and the crash landing well done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">LESSON:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Kriosians carry Valt's jerk gene too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">REWATCHABILITY - Medium-Low:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Between the acting train wreck that is Kaitaama and the mind-numbing romantic comedy plot... Just look at the pretty girl and set brain to off.</span>Siskoidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08266365376486695812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37940560.post-52448836268647157192008-10-02T08:14:00.005-03:002008-10-02T08:20:16.885-03:00A Week or an Eternity<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">WANTED, THE WORLD'S MOST DANGEROUS VILLAINS #4, DC Comics, December 1972</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOStd__8ChI/AAAAAAAAKYQ/zoB-Ih2v9s0/s1600-h/want4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOStd__8ChI/AAAAAAAAKYQ/zoB-Ih2v9s0/s320/want4.jpg" alt="Comics Code Approved Reprint!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252513796328262162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wanted is an old anthology series that reprints various old strips from the Golden Age of comics, and I chose it for the origin story of Solomon Grundy, the big white swamp zombie you might know from Super-Friends or the Justice League cartoon (where sadly, he didn't have the same southern accent). Anyway, the Green Lantern story from All-American Comics #61 (October 1944) has some fairly primitive art, but it makes Grundy quite the monster:</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOStaT6mzyI/AAAAAAAAKYA/1UzFynqzSJE/s1600-h/want4-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOStaT6mzyI/AAAAAAAAKYA/1UzFynqzSJE/s400/want4-1.jpg" alt="Out of Gotham City's bayou..." id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252513732955131682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">What is that, anyway? Teeth? A porn moustache? Gorilla lips? The story has the big lug crawl out of a swamp and kill a mob boss, so of course, all the other thugs make him their leader. Big zombie from the swamp who needs to have concepts like killing explained to him, and they make him their leader. Not the sharpest tools in the shed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Green Lantern's in more trouble than usual because of Grundy's wooden acting (damn it, that joke only makes sense if you know the Golden Age GL's ring had no effect on wood), but since the most this super-strong villain can do is give GL a mild concussion, our hero judos him in front of a train. YA!</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOStamxyziI/AAAAAAAAKYI/h8F_9hWkxnE/s1600-h/want4-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xoH967aC00/SOStamxyziI/AAAAAAAAKYI/h8F_9hWkxnE/s400/want4-2.jpg" alt="Where Heroes gets its ideas" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252513738018442786" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Yes, that cover is totally misleading.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But as it often happens, I pick a comic to talk about one story, but then find another story in the same book that's 100 times more interesting. It's the case here with a story from Kid Eternity #15 (May 1949) starring a villain that doesn't even have an entry in Who's Who. I remind you that Detective Chimp gets an entry in Who's Who. I guess this "Master Man" wasn't as Wanted as all that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Kid Eternity is the ghost of a young man who died before his time and who has been given the power to call on history's great heroes to fight evil as compensation. Master Man is his total opposite, able to call on history's greatest villains. He quit