#June2011
Darren Aronofsky Trying To Land Christian Bale For ‘Noah.’ Yes Please!
Darren Aronofsky’s epic biblical disaster flick Noah looks like it really may be happening. You can’t destroy the planet in biblical proportions without a budget, and this pig is looking to cost a cool $130 million. With half of the funding secured, Aronofsky is scrambling to get another studio to put up the cheddar. How can he do that more easily? By getting an actor like Christian Bale to hop aboard.
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Joe Madureira To Draw ‘The Avenging Spider-Man.’ Oh Goodness.
It’s official. Scott Lobdell and Joe Madureira are both employed by the major comic book companies, heralding the feared return of the 1990s onto the comic book market. Joey Mad will be penciling the Zeb Wells written title, ‘The Avenging Spider-Man.’
Barf Sense tingling.
Hit the jump for all the news and some preview pencils.
Jeff Lemire Is Writing ‘Animal Man’, And The Complete List of All New #1s.
I don’t know how in the names of the Lords of Kobol that I missed this. I lamented that Jeff Lemire was no longer writing Superboy. What I didn’t notice, because of various ignorances and stupidities is that he is writing Animal Man. I’ll take that trade any day of the week.
Great Carina Nebula Is A Star-Building Busy Bee.
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The Great Carina Nebula isn’t just a gorgeous splattering of pink and violet across the galactic sky. It’s also the home to one of the most active star-forming regions in our galaxy. The birthing of stars, the writhing of old stars in the throes of going supernova. The Great Carina Nebula is a pretty happenin’ place.
Tom Hanks To Produce Six-Season Adaptation of Gaiman’s ‘American Gods.’
The whispered-about, rumored-about HBO adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s American Gods is officially a fucking go. Tom Hanks and his totally mint production team are planning a six-season adaptation.
Game of Thrones: Baelor
Game of Thrones. I don’t usually write the column. I’m tagging in for the inestimably superior Oh Mars. As well, unlike Mars, I haven’t read the books. So bare with me, as I take to this endeavor as someone experiencing the events for the first time.
What a fucking episode to leave for, Coop! Goodness gracious. The end of all things! Or I suppose the culmination of the very depressing beginning to things. In case you missed the wonderfully overemphasized thesis statement during a scene at The Wall this penultimate episode of the season is dealing with Duty and Love.
Monday Morning Commute: By My Corrupt Soul!
Hey there, welcome to Monday – the worst fucking day of the workweek! Tuesdays see the release of CDs and DVDs. Wednesdays are sacred, as comic books are released. Thursday is the last real workday, the final chance for bosses to make requests without being scoffed at. And Friday is a goddamn party – beers are drank and the ghettoblaster is cranked!
So how do we get through this most abysmal of days, this return to drudgery and serfdom? Well, we rock the Monday Morning Commute! This is the spot where I share what I’ll be doing in the upcoming days.
After you see which bits of entertainment form my anti-stress forcefield, it’s your duty to hit up the comments and tell me about your forcefield.
Let’s do this!
Grant Morrison To Take Over ‘Action Comics’, Finally The DC Reboot Makes Sense!
For all my confusion regarding and annoyance with the DC Reboot-refry-rehash-resomething, it’s shuffling of creators has paid off. DC has announced the creative teams for the Super Titles, and Grant Morrison is writing Action Comics.
Face of a Franchise: Holy Handmaidens!
[face of a franchise presents two individuals that’ve fulfilled the same role. your task — choose the better of the two and defend your choice in the rancor pit that is the comments section]
The Star Wars prequels were unmitigated disasters. Any attempt to debate this truism will be met with a polite request to leave OL. A refusal to do so will result in an introduction to the Midichlorian Masher – a butt-paddle we bought at the local state college’s annual auction of confiscated contraband.
Don’t tempt us.
Abrams’ Speilbergsploitation Falls Short
Super 8, the latest effort from J.J. Abrams’ mystery box, is a blend of alien invasion, coming of age, and learning to let go films wrapped up in a glossy, nostalgic shell. The problem is, it never comes close to pulling off any of these narrative instruments completely. It never settles on what it wants to be and muddles through a lot of the narrative to shift to the next set piece. The alien invasion aspect is never given any high stakes that feel real. The coming of age bits are ham fisted. And the letting go element comes up empty with no real emotional depth to it. But, just like Star Trek, Super 8 looks damn good.
