A hot new plate of podcast for you to engulf. Go ahead, throw it down that dirty gullet of yours. Oh, you want to know what that bubbling black ooze is? Or the gnarled tree branch looking things? Fine! Fine. If you must know what’s on this episode: more Star Wars talk (ugh, I know!), Caff complaining about a lot of things and articulating them poorly, Rendar’s lost son, the Ninja Turtles, the exhaustion of comic book culture, Riff’s first guitar solo played on whale bones, eating tortilla chips in the microphone, and more.
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Another Wednesday, another set of High 5’s. Hit the jump for more.
Thanks to the glories at Comics Alliance, there’s some sexy Conan artwork by Becky Cloonan to dig on prior to the son-a-bitch’s official release. It’s sexy, man. This Wood/Cloonan collab is going to be The Glory.
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(Editor’s Note: Much like for Thor, OL recruited the majestic metal ownage of Chris Goodwin to review Conan. A stalwart appreciator of Conan and his mythos, we wouldn’t have anyone else review it. You can see more of his writing at RBM.)
Since the colossal success of The Lord of the Rings, studio execs have been trying to bank on the grand-scale epicness perfected by Peter Jackson. He managed to take the works of Tolkien to a level never dreamed possible while sticking true to the story and pacing them beautifully. Why other directors can’t follow suit is beyond me. These days they feel the need to bombard their audiences with quick/random cuts, grand swooping shots from the sky, and random scenarios that seem to say “hey, what do ya think of this?”. Sadly, the 2011 take on the classic epic Conan: The Barbarian did just that.