Every few weeks I end up fighting a bout of insomnia, and the result is invariably the same: I load up Netflix and try to find something to watch that isn’t absolutely horrible. This weekend, the big winner was Odd Thomas.
Once again I found myself effectively chained to my desk chair yesterday as a result of the wife feeling under the weather and unable to contribute to caring for our daughter to any real degree, so I spent large swathes of time watching goofy shit on Netflix while feeding a seven-week-old infant. One of the things I watched was John Dies at the End, and I really don’t know what to say about this one, folks – it’s definitely weird.
Disclaimer: the following blog post compares Jesus to Superman for entertainment purposes only. If you’re either offended by this or you take it seriously, this blog post is the least of your problems. Please direct all death threats to the United States Senate.
Man of Steel, the new Superman reboot, is a terrific tent-pole summer film in that it’s got plenty of flash; there’s absolutely dazzling set-pieces, the scope is massive, and it features Henry Cavill in skin-tight spandex. There’s also a lot to love in there if you’re a DC Comics reader or a fan of the original Superman movies, especially with the way the planet Krypton and its culture are developed; however, you’re probably going to get the most out of Man of Steel if you’re prepared to accept that Superman is just Jesus Christ with the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
I make my living, quite literally, by telling stories. Either I’m working on something of my own or I’m working with a client to help them tell their own story the best way possible; this means I spend a lot of time thinking about how you’re engaging with your intended audience. This also means I sometimes find it hard to enjoy movies, television shows, and other entertainment because I’m constantly evaluating the creator’s storytelling techniques and thinking in my head. Unfortunately you’re like a cat sharpening its claws on the furniture when you do this: sure, you accomplish your goal but you might end up destroying something beautiful if you keep doing it.
I don’t know how I missed the trailer for Guillermo del Toro’s Pacific Rim until today, but I just saw it and I need a towel. I mean just look at this magnificent bastard:
Now I know I can’t be the only schmuck out there that wants to pilot one of these Jaeger mecha and smash the hell out of kaiju, right? C’mon, who’s with me?