Showing posts with label Ghost Rider. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghost Rider. Show all posts

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Deleted Scenes Reveal Crazy Cage Makeup!


Well, despite Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance not being the Cranked out insanity that I was hoping for from the madmen of movies, Neveldine & Taylor it was still a billion times better than the original Cage borefest.  And I really did love reading all the Nic Cage voodoo interviews he did just before the release of the film.  The man really does feel he's working in the same pond as Vincent Price & Christopher Lee...and I don't think he's too far off from that thought.  Frankly, I'd much rather see him tackle mondo genre fare like Ghost Rider & Drive Angry than snoozes like Seeking Justice & Stolen.

Anyway, below you'll find a couple of Deleted Scenes from the sequel that not only reveal a few plot snippets but Cage in that crazy facepaint, acting out the Demon on film.  Pretty cool.  Now, why were these bits not on the recent blu ray release?  I have no damn idea.





--Brad

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Dork Art: Kerry Callen's What Ifs


Thanks to Badass Digest for pointing me in the direction of Kerry Callen's What If art.  The idea is to present the Marvel Universe characters in the strange, weird, and downright bonkers scenarios often seen on the covers of DC Comics.  Like the two, very real Jimmy Olsen covers pictured below found via Superdickery.com.


Seriously, what the hell?  You gotta love comics.  And if you think Callen's Ghost Rider cover at the very bottom is totally ridiculous than you have no idea about the lion faced Superman!




--Brad

Monday, June 18, 2012

Brad's Week In Dork! (6/10/12-6/16/12)


Comcs!  Comics!  Comics!  That's what took over my Week In Dork this time out.  Only watched four films this week and not a single episode of Star Trek or Batman - The Animated Series.  Saw Prometheus again.  Sigh.  And Ghost Rider 2.  Double sigh.  Sherlock Holmes 2?  Freaking love that movie!

But most of the week was spent building up for The Wife's very first graphic novel book club AKA The Ultimate Justice League of Extraordinary Book Club.  And in getting her hooked on comics I found myself craving more and more of the stapled darlings.  She's been cranking through Brian Michael Bendis' Ultimate Spider-Man run and as I saw her catching up to where I dropped off nearly a year ago, I decided that I had to jump back on board to stay ahead of her ravenous reading.  And I'm so glad that I did.  Sam Raimi's dreadful Spider-Man 3 nearly killed my Spidey enthusiasm, but once I dove into the deep end of Bendis' teen melodrama I was hooked on Peter Parker once again.  And where the series is now?  Oh my lord, it is so dang crazy good.

However, my pick of the week has to go to Ed Brubaker & Sean Phillips' Fatale series.  Those five issues killed everything else I consumed this week.  If you're not reading this book than you are missing out on one of the finest bits of horror entertainment I've ever experienced.  Hyperbole?  Maybe.  But it's seriously awesome.

And one last thing.  After a month's break, I'm finally back to writing my Weekly Western Reviews for cineAWESOME!  I returned with the nearly unheard of Alien Thunder and I'll be back next week with the Sergio Corbucci revenger, Navajo Joe.  I know no one is reading these things but I love writing into the Western fanboy void that is the Internet.


ROAD TRIP OF THE WEEK!


Greg Proops At The DC Improv:  Well this was a shock.  My wife had been going on and on about how damn funny Greg Proops' The Smartest Man In The World podcast was, but all I could think of were those Comedy Central reruns of Whose Line Is It Anyway and I just refused to believe her.  But then she dragged me to the DC Improv on Sunday evening, and dammit! This was the funniest two hours of stand up comedy I've ever experienced.  Proops was brutally hilarious, attacking every type of idiot that dared to stand in his way.  America is an awful place.  The rest of the world is an awful place. How can we stand it?  Well, at least Proops is here to tell us how stupid we all are.  He's definitely a long way away from goof improvisational prop comedy.  And I loved the DC Improv basement.  I've decided that munching down on burritos and drinking beer is the only way to watch Stand Up.


MOVIES OF THE WEEK!


Alien Thunder:  "Don't Let Him Eat Your Heart." Donald Sutherland is a Canadian Mountie out for revenge against the Cree husband who killed his partner. It's a lot of moaning rage from Sutherland and too much time is spent arguing with diabolical government officials, but the film picks up once the cat & mouse revenge chase takes over and Sutherland is given plenty of room for his soup-straining mustache to scream. It's never going to be remembered as a Great Western, but it's a fun enough oddity for film collectors.  For further musings check out my review over at cineAWESOME!


Ghost Rider - Spirit of Vengeance:  Hey. This is waaaaaaay better than the original Ghost Rider film, but it fails to live up to the promise of Neveldine & Taylor. For a Marvel Knights film directed by the boys behind Cranks 1 & 2 and starring the great acting mad man Nicolas Cage, Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance falls short of the crazy you obviously desire. Yes, every moment the demon biker is on screen is all kinds of gonzo mondo weirdo action and some of the road warrior choreography is absolutely stunning.  Nic Cage's snakey skull head movements are fantastic and the rage of the fallen angel is stunning. But when the beast is under control and Nic Cage has to suffer the lackluster plot of the anti-christ son...it's rather dull.  Basically, you can't help but anticipate the crazy of the Crank films and if Marvel had the gonads to embrace the hard Crank R than maybe there would have been another violent masterpiece. But as is, this is just a little fun and a little weird. But not mad genius.


Prometheus:  Gave the film a second chance in IMAX 3D. The film still looks amazing, and Ridley Scott definitely knows how to work the three dimensions. But the script problems are still there. The characters are two dimensional and never divert from their path of cliches. The third act deteriorates into yet another stalk & slash alien picture. And the film starts and concludes with the same unanswered questions. Why are we here blah blah blah. Still, the movie looks fantastic. And Michael Fassbender's David is wonderful. If only the film took his POV instead of following Noomi Rapace's boring faithful scientist.


Sherlock Holmes - A Game of Shadows:  Robert Downey Jr's Sherlock Holmes is crazier and more coked out than in the original and I love him for it. His nearly homo erotic relationship with Jude Law is a pure delight and if you're one of those folks that just can't get behind their joy than I've got nothing for you--just continue on with Cumberbatch. Guy Ritchie puts together some rather amazing set pieces with a train assault that truly cracks on and a forest bombardment that completely makes use of that digital slow mo absurdist action. And Jared Harris, what a fantastic Moriarty! The man has a wonderfully creepy stalker vibe mixed with brilliant amounts of snobbish villainy. If you didn't buy in to the first film than the second will probably feel like a bloated beast, but if you enjoyed the original as much as I did than this is more of the same....thankfully.



COMICS OF THE WEEK!


Red Lanterns Volume 1:  I really wanted to love this book. The Red Lanterns are a fascinating creation and a great counter for the Green Lantern Corps.  But there have been books revolving around villains before (Doom 2099! Venom!) and what usually happens is a whole heap of understanding motivation is forced upon their malicious actions and with understanding comes a softening of their iconography. And it's no different for Red Lanterns. Ed Benes' art is phenomenal and I could stare at his blood spewing creations all day long, but Peter Milligan's script goes too far in excavating these monsters backstories and pitting Atrocitus against Bleez. And the first human Red Lantern? Snooze. His story is shoehorned into the plot and I don't care what's going on with his granddad or his punch up with Guy Gardner. Stick to the beasts, and keep them beasts. More Atrocitus & more of his hateful pet cat Dex-Starr. But I seriously doubt this book is going to be around for much longer anyway.


Kick-Ass 2:  A wonderfully mean spirited sequel to an already horrendously dark book, Kick-Ass 2 picks up after the Hit Girl mini series with Mindy shedding the Katanas and trying to be a real girl. Meanwhile, Kick-Ass has joined up with another collection of super hero losers called Justice Forever and they're having a blast batting the kneecaps of small time crooks...until the Red Mist returns from over seas with the massive KGB bodyguard Mother Russia. Much, much, much gore ensues and staring at the horrors concocted by artist John Romita Jr is a real delight even when Mark Millar's story fails to excite. Seriously, this might be my favorite JRJR art; there is some seriously sick glee in his depiction of decapitations and severed limbs. Not for everybody and I'm not even sure I really liked it, but Kick-Ass 2 sticks to its hateful engine.


The Infinity Gauntlet:  The absolute height of Marvel insanity, The Infinity Gauntlet sees the mad Titan Thanos attempt to woo the heart of Death personified by blinking out half the populous of the Universe with a snap of his Infinity Gem incrusted glove - eat your heart out Michael Jackson. When Captain America, Spider-Man, Wolverine, Hulk, Nicky Fury, Namor, Thor, Iron Man, Nova, Firelord, Quasar, Scarlet Witch, Dr. Doom, Drax The Destroyer, Cloak, Scarlet Witch, The Vision, Galactus, The Celestials, She Hulk, and Dr. Strange all fail to stop the cosmic devastation it's up to The Silver Surfer and the golden quaffed Adam Warlock to pry the purple giant from his magical gauntlet. A person unfamiliar with the sometimes bonkers storytelling of comics would probably loose their mind in some terrifying Lovecraftian manner attempting to read Jim Starlin's bugnuts 90s epic, but for the well-initiated The Infinity Gauntlet is a wonderfully whacky saga of spandex and stardust. My only wish was that the Omnipotent Nebula had left the power thirsting treachery to her grandfather Thanos, as the last issue seems to steal some of the Titan's thunder.


Fatale Volume 1 - Death Chases Me:  Frankly, there is not another book on the market more exciting or beautiful than Ed Brubaker & Sean Phillips' Lovecraftian Noir. What starts off as Detective Pulp quickly descends into the bowls of demonic sacrifice and faustian blood bargains. The story follows three broken men in two different points in time as they fall under the spell of the mystically mysterious Josephine and suffer the violent consequences. Gun Shots and Twisty Stone Knife Stabbings! The art is stunning and the horror startling; some of the best genre fiction happening in any medium right now.


Batman Issues 8-10 - Night of the Owls:  Picking up seconds after the Court of Owls conclusion, Wayne Manor is under siege.  Dozens of undead Talon assassins break their way into the Bat Cave forcing Wayne & Alfred into the armory.  Sucks for the Talons.  Dropping the temperature to below freezing and donning another trademarked fire suit, Batman takes the war to the Court of Owls.  But will these high society villains fall as easily as their soldiers.  Issue 10 of the series offers a startling revelation I would have thought only Grant Morrison would have had to stones to deliver.  But Scott Snyder aims for the fanboy's gut and reintroduces a character from the deepest, darkest dungeons of Bat continuity.  After a little soul searching, I'm totally cool with the decision.  Can't wait for issue 11.


Winter Soldier #6:  Sleeper Number Three, Bucky's former Cold War Student, is on the loose!  And I'm starting to not really care what happens to the Winter Soldier.  I find that realization to be damn depressing.  Ed Brubaker's Captain America used to be one of my favorite comics and I'm loving, loving, loving his Fatale but his recent Marvel stories seem to be lacking passion...or at least I'm lacking passion for poor Bucky Barnes.  This does seem like the proper jumping off point for this series instead of all that Dr. Doom third person monologuing nonsense from the last arc, and I do appreciate the reappearance of Michael Lark's art but I'm fading fast from this series.  Will I pick up the next issue?  I don't know.  Probably.  Maybe I'll connect again, but right now I'm just not feeling it.  Of course, this might all read fantastically in trade.


Secret #2:  I'm betting this will read great in trade, but I barely remember what happened in the last issue.  I will say that I found the story of the two brothers here to be a little more intriguing than that corporate interrogation business from the premiere issue, but I really haven't hit that WOW moment yet for me to start praising Jonathan Hickman's new series.  We will see.  Art looks good though.


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man Volume 1 - The World According To Peter Parker:  Writer Brian Michael Bendis relaunches Ultimate Spider-Man with the mangafied art of David Lafuente...yeah, not crazy about these designs but Bendis hasn't lost his understanding of Peter Parker. Set six months after Magneto spun the world on its axis and nearly destroyed the world let alone New York City, Peter Parker is still suffering a whole heap of teenage melodrama. Mary Jane has dumped him (again). He's in lip lock with Gwen Stacy. Kitty Pryde is loosing her mind with new found rage. The Spider Woman clone is still swinging around the city. Aunt May has taken in stray cats Ice Man & The Human Torch! And oh yeah, the Kingpin has been rubbed out by the gaseously mysterious Mysterio!  The first volume in the new series is just a lot of teen angst but that's exactly what fans of this series are looking for.


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man Volume 2 - Chameleons:  Spider-Man & His Amazing Friends are still trying to get along under Aunt May's roof, but it gets kinda tough when the Human Torch starts making out with Petey's clone. Gross. And hilarious. Plus, Rick Jones nearly blows up Queens when his Watcher gifted powers make him go all glowy. The real threat of the book though comes from The Chameleon, who not only takes over Peter Parker's girlfriend complicated life but also the man behind the Daily Bugle...J.Jonah Jameson. Dun Dun Dunnnnn. The second volume in the new Ultimate Comics Spider-Man has a lot more power to its emotion than I was expecting and you can really sense the doom and devastation on the horizon.


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man Volume 3 - Death of Spider-Man Prelude:  The events of The Chameleon's attack have pushed Gwen Stacy outta Peter's arms but never fear! Mary Jane is waiting in the wings. Geez. All this Gwen/Mary Jane/Gwen/Mary Jane girlfriend swapping should probably get a little tiresome but I'm a sucker for all this ridiculous love triangle stuff. And let's not forget about poor Kitty Pryde...she is heading down a dark Brotherhood of Evil Mutants kinda path. But the prelude to The Death of Spider-Man centers mostly on SHIELD attempting to finally train Spidey, but night classes with Iron Man & Captain America are put on hold when Mysterio focuses his attack on the well-latexed feline burglar, The Black Cat. And what does this all have to do with Egyptian mysticism and the deceased Kingpin of crime? I gotta say I'm surprised by what a threat old fish bowl has become, not the joke he once was in the Hollywood story arc from years back.


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man Volume 4 - The Death of Spider-Man:  Damn. This got to me. I've been holding off reading this book for a long, long, long time and part of me thought this whole Death of Spider-Man thing was kinda lame and you know these things never last and blah blah blah. But Bendis and Bagley (so glad to have him back on the book even if it was for a short run) turned the knife and I found myself kinda rocked by this event book. Even though the return of The Sinister Six is pretty lame (STAY DEAD OSBORNE!) and this arc feels completely separate from all the Amazing Spider Friends shenanigans in the previous volumes, The Death of Spider-Man was powerful. And it was a fine send off for Peter Parker. The kid done good.


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man - Fallout:  Well, this is just what the title suggests. The characters of the Ultiamte universe attempt to come to grips with The Death of Spider-Man. The best bits center around Aunty May and Gwen Stacy and most of their dialog got my all weepy. Mary Jane is obviously super pissed and ready to take down Nick Fury via the power of the press. And Kitty Pryde is even more pissed dragging Ice Man & The Human Torch into the tunnels of New York City. There's a bunch of other stuff in regards to mutants and evil Reed Richards but all I care about are the Spidey family members. And yes, Fallout introduces the world to the new web head. Can he possibly live up to the reputation of Peter Parker?


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man Volume 1:  Peter Parker is dead. But that doesn't mean there wasn't another genetically altered spider crawling around New York City. Uh, what? Other than that bit of convenient plot device, Ultimate Comics Spider-Man is still loads of wholesome fun. And I absolutely adore how Peter Parker's demise is for Miles Morales what Uncle Ben's death was for Peter--the eye opener, "with great power comes great responsibility." And the relationship between Miles, his father, and his evil Uncle Aaron aka The Prowler is intriguing. But where's the teenage romance? We've got the geeky goofball friend in Ganke but will there be a Mary Jane for Miles? Could it be the clone lady Peter?  Don't think it really matters. What I'm really curious about is how this Spider-Man will react to Peter Parker's cast of characters.


Ultimate Comics Spider-Man Volume 2:  Life gets a little more complicated for the New Spider-Man. His uncle, The Prowler has garnered the attention of Mexican crime lord The Scorpion and he's quickly running out of simpleton baddies like The Ringer and Omega Red to practice on. It's about to get real. And word of a new Spider-Man is spreading across the ocean, Aunt May & Gwen Stacy need to emotionally prepare themselves and I'm incredibly excited to see these two worlds collide. But maybe the most interesting aspect of Ultimate Spider-Man these days is that we readers have no idea how these stories are going to play out. No more character and plot remakes--this is completely new territory. Fabulous. Still, one question? SHIELD was in the process of training Peter Parker, why are they not bothering to continue that chore with Miles? Don't make the same mistake twice Fury.


THE ULTIMATE JUSTICE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY BOOK CLUB:


Astonishing X-Men Volume 1 - Gifted & Dangerous:  Well, our first book club meeting was a rip-raoring success.  I am quite shocked (and pleased) that all six members of the UJLEBC seemed to have really enjoyed the first volume of Joss Whedon & John Cassady's X-Book and they all appeared to be interested in continuing on with the story (I know that The Wife & Co-Dork Matt have already devoured parts 3 & 4).  But even more shocking was the level of discussion brought forth from the "Gifted" storyline.  Once you start talking Mutant Cure and the power of metaphor vs. reality...things got a little heated at a few points.  Nothing bad or rage inducing, but it was thrilling to hear folks argue back and forth over whether it was right for Beast to even contemplate curing his mutation.  The X Books have always been a stand in for civil rights issues and when you start having folks talk about curing race or homosexuality - damn, be careful with your words.  But can mutants be a compatible metaphor for race and sexuality?  Beast is devolving, becoming more brute than man?  Curing his mutation is not like curing homosexuality...or is it?  Yeah, it was a great night for discussion and engorging on cheap Francis Ford Coppola wine.  And it all stemmed from a Marvel Comic!  Awesome.  But will our next pick, Batman - The Long Halloween be as engaging?  Very curious.


--Brad

Monday, February 27, 2012

Ghost Rider Performs Nic Cage!


Thanks to It's Just Some Random Guy, we now know how Ghost Rider feels about Nic Cage portraying him on the big screen.  Sit back and enjoy ol' matchstick riffing on some of the best Cage-tastic quotes!


--Brad

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Matt’s Week in Dork! (2/12/12-2/18/12)


    I don’t know how I fit in so many danged movies this week, but I did.  Yikes.  And I still managed to do quite a bit.  Weird.  Capping things off with a Neveldine/Taylor triple-shot.  Oh, Crank Yeah!


A Free Soul:  An unpredictable young woman with a taste for danger upsets her stuffy family when she gets involved with a bad boy.  Conspicuous consumption of alcohol is once again at the root of everyone’s trouble, turning good folks into devils.  What those young socialites get up to when they spend too much time in the city.  Clark Gable is kind of awesome as the a-hole crook our lady is fancy for.  Booze, man.  Booze.


Journey 2: The Mysterious Island:  Full of Rocky goodness, this family friendly movie is actually packed with some pretty good action and a fairly clever script.  I love this kind of movie, and this one is a surprisingly good entry.  Though I enjoyed the first film more than it probably deserved, I felt like this one earned it more.  And, if like me, you know the Rock is all kinds of awesome, you should enjoy it.


Three on a Match:  Three young women who attended public school together grow up in different worlds, only to come together again through happenstance.  As is often the case with movies of this era, drinking leads people astray, as a married woman takes up with a petty criminal.  Lots of naughty behavior later, and unlikely folks are stepping up to the plate, while others descend to the very depths.  Humphrey Bogart has an early turn as a semi-competent thug.  One of my favorite bits was Bogart’s little ‘she’s on coke’ gesture.  Nasty business.


Female:  Giving them the vote?  Letting them smoke?  For shame.  Now they’re running businesses and all hell is breaking loose.  Our leading lady chews up men and spits them out with little thought.  She’s a slave driving ice queen at work and a fiery sex-pot at her lavish home.  That is, until she meets a real man, and doesn’t know quite how to act.  Her clumsy attempts to woo him are rather amusing.  Of course, eventually she learns that being a happy woman means giving up work and becoming a mother.  Ugh.  Still, it’s a pretty funny movie, even if the message is rather…um, well, old school.


Blazing Stewardesses:  If you ever find yourself working on a research paper about the nature of humor, you can cite this film as what humor isn’t.


Black Cobra Woman:  “You know it’s fun, and…and it’s educational.”  Look, Laura Gemser is a gorgeous woman, and she seems to have a clothing allergy.  That’s groovy.  But, no matter how many filters you put on it, and no matter how much drum music you play, a naked woman dancing with a snake is nowhere near as erotic as my primitive man-brain wants it to be.  Snakes are reptiles.  What do reptiles spend most of their lives doing?  That’s right; NOTHING.  Not much of a dance partner.  The dvd looks like it was recorded from a ratty VHS that had been sitting in the sun too long.  Snake loving Jack Palance seems to be having fun, but when didn’t he?  And heck, if I was older than dirt and looked like rawhide stretched over a killer robot, I’d be glad to be teamed with a beautiful young woman too; no matter how icky it might look to anyone watching.  It’s poorly dubbed, poorly edited, and poorly paced.  But Gemser sure takes her clothes off a lot.


Casablanca:  It may be cliché to say, but this really is one of the best danged movies of all time.  The cast, the look, the crackerjack dialog.  Bogart switches from cold to sloppy to brutal and back again faster than lightening.  He is the quintessential tough guy, with just one gap in his armor.  Claude Rains is fantastic as the prowling hound dog of a policeman, always looking out for a young lady in trouble.  And of course, Conrad Veidt makes for a deadly smooth Nazi.  Like the more popular Shakespeare plays, the dialog has become so classic, it is part of our common culture, from “Maybe not today” to “We’ll always have Paris” it bristles with familiar lines, even for those who haven’t seen it yet.  And, as someone who has loved the film since childhood, I can attest that with life, love, loss and all those experiences that come with getting older, the film takes on new meaning and power.  Though I don’t think I actually have a ‘favorite film’ I still feel quite comfortable using this as my go-to answer when people ask.


The Arena:  Women in Prison meets Sword and Sandals, in this genre mix-up featuring the leads of Black Momma, White Momma, together again.  Most of the standard gladiator tropes are used, with the slight alterations needed for female fighters.  Pam Grier’s rather impressive figure, along with that of her co-stars, makes frequent appearances.  Plenty of bad dubbing and some odd editing.  But, fairly entertaining.  And worth it for Grier fans, for sure.


American Psycho:  The faceless uniformity and soullessness of 80s Wall Street culture is personified in Patrick Bateman, who has taste and panache, and a thirst for blood.  Grimly humorous and frequently clever.  Filled with great lines and memorable speeches (about Genesis and Whitney Huston, of course).  Not for everyone, what with the murder, the sex, and running around naked (except for sneakers), covered in blood and wielding a chainsaw, and the like.


Sin City:  Like panels of the comic splashed on the screen in lurid black & white, with the occasional dash of color, Sin City is a fun homage to the hard boiled novels and noir films of yesteryear (and a swell adaptation of writer/co-director Frank Miller’s graphic novels).  Brutal, violent, testosterone infused, and wild.  The acting is as stylized as the visuals; the characters larger than life.  It’s a heck of a ride.


Night Nurse:  “I’m Nick…the chauffeur.”  *POW!*  The seedy world of medicine, corruption, criminals, cover-ups, and bad medicine is exposed in this tale of a young woman of honor and courage fighting the system.  There’s also a bit of a romance.  And Clark Gable is absolutely loathsome.  The finale is kinda crazy, man.  It’s funny, because he’s dead!


Thou Shalt Not: Sex, Sin and Censorship in Pre-Code Hollywood:  When people remember the ‘good old days’ they’re never remembering reality.  And movies embody this so well.  Before a bunch of holy rollers got their magic underwear in a bunch and decided that freedom of speech should only be for their own brand of hate (mostly anti-Semitism), movies were pretty raw, sometimes shockingly frank, often quite clever, and very entertaining.  This brief but fairly informative documentary gives a glimpse into the era before a small percentage of Americans decided they should be able to tell the rest of us what we could and could not watch (sound familiar?).  Plenty of clips and interviews.  It was a brief moment in Hollywood history, but so vibrant and energetic.  There is an argument to be made, that the censorship of the Code forced filmmakers to be more clever and creative.  And, I’d say that’s true.  But I don’t think it makes the restrictions OK.  Like so many social movements to come out of or gain strength in the mid 30s and 40s, Code enforcement is a black mark on what America should be.  The ‘good old days’ my butt.


Crank:  Did The Transporter strike you as too subtle?  Too restrained?  Well, Crank is the movie for you.  Watch the beast Statham as he wages a one man crime spree in his attempt to get his hands on the guy who poisoned him.  Popping drugs, energy drinks, electricity, and uh, other things, he moves through the world as though it wasn’t there.  This is not a deep, or meaningful film.  It’s almost completely gratuitous, and revels in the ridiculousness.  Grab on and enjoy the ride.


Crank 2: High Voltage:  They turned Crank to 11 with this shockingly over the top follow-up to one of the most whacked out, nutty movies I’ve seen.  High Voltage pushes things far beyond reason and so far beyond anything resembling good taste.  Not for the easily offended or those who wish to over analyze or rationalize.  If you enjoy extreme madness, this is a masterpiece in crazy.  And while you’re at it, get your own station wagon!


Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance:  After the awful first film, with all it’s many problems, I certainly didn’t have any interest in a sequel.  But then the Crank boys, Neveldine and Taylor got their hands on it, and everything changed.  It doesn’t quite ignore the first film, but it is certainly a break from it, style-wise and quality-wise.  Far less CGI for one thing.  And when it’s used, it’s used well.  Real people doing real stunts with real vehicles.  Nice.  The story is fine.  The actors all do their thing.  Nic Cage is typically bugnuts, though slightly restrained in comparison to some recent madness.


Hell Comes to Frogtown:  Acting!  OK, so yeah, watching these folks read dialog is a bit awkward.  But, it’s a fun, goofy as hell movie.  Rowdy Roddy Piper battles frog-faced mutants and saves his seed for needy women in this low budget apocalypse.  It’s kind of funny, and has a few clever bits.  But the time and money were obviously lacking.  Still, worth a watch if you like some 80s weird.


    I also got a chance to sit down and watch a few more episodes of Primeval, which is still and interesting show, but a bit frustrating.  I really, really want it to be better than it is.




    In my continuing adventure in actually reading graphic novels, I read and reviewed a good Star Trek volume, and the wacky intro to The Myth of 8-Opus.  And I posted the next page in my webcomic.



-Matt