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June 2, 2016

X-Men: Apocalypse

It has taken me a little while to get my thoughts in order so I can talk about this movie. I have loved the X-Men film series since it began in 2000. The series knew right away what it wanted to be and, for the most part, it really hasn’t strayed from that. It does not hurt that a lot of the movies have been directed by Brian Singer who created a pretty bland Superman movie but creates decent X-Men movies. Adapting comic books into movies can be hard. Pretty much all of the X-Men movies have both elements that are awesome and elements that fall a little flat. For me, I really did not care for how they portrayed The Phoenix in X-Men: The Last Stand. However, stuff like Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine are awesome and now happily familiar. X-Men: First Class and Days of Future Past were awesome and shot a lot of energy back into the franchise by taking a slightly different angle. Days of Future Past changed the movie timeline and made anything possible (like recasting Colossus in Deadpool). It feels like they shoved a little too much into this one but it was a great effort. When they try to put too much into a movie, it feels like some characters are left without lines or truly defining moments and that’s a real shame. My favorite parts were Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Quicksilver and all of the little nods to the comics and cinematic continuity. The last battle was really awesome as well as it felt kind of like a good pro-wrestling match with plenty of high spots and false finishes. Overall it was a good movie even if it was not their best outing.

The Warriors

On a whim, I finally decided to watch this movie from beginning to end. I had seen clips before but I had never seen the whole thing all at once. The Warriors is a cult movie apparently because it caused a lot of trouble with real gang violence in theaters. The movie was a look at a possible “near future” version of 1980’s New York City which is overrun by gangs who outnumber the police. One gang pisses all of them off and has to make it through the city while being hunted by every gang in the city. It is a simple little story that is loosely based on an old tale about Greek soldiers caught behind Persian lines. From beginning to end, the movie is dark but has a little bit of a playful nature to it because of some slightly cheesy (and sometimes very cheesy) acting. The gangs are also designed to each have their own motifs, including stuff like facepaint and psychotic costuming. In some ways, the movie is kind of set in a New York that is a little more like Road Warrior or Escape From New York than the real New York City. The movie is also kind of hard to predict as characters do a lot of things or have things done to them that I did not expect. Overall, it is a pretty good movie with decent but melodramatic late seventies acting and I definitely recommend it.


Right away this movie was the most eighties thing on this list and X-Men made a point of constantly referencing Eighties touchstones. For me, Winona Ryder was a shining part of the eighties and nineties for me. Like Christina Ricci, she was the dark, gothy girl who got the outsider roles. I talked about this before. Seeing her name in the opening credits is a welcome sign. Add in Shannen Doherty and Christian Slater and we have a late eighties movie that is primed to make fun of a lot of eighties movies. This is a cult classic, I’m told, and it was time to watch it because I like a good dark comedy. I actually thought about saving this for Halloween but I am glad I did not because this did not have a Halloween feel. This is on the level of the later American Psycho. This is dark humor with a surreal sunniness that pokes a lot of fun at eighties culture and also at teen culture. What impressed me the most about this movie was all of the little touches and throwaway lines that made me laugh just as much as the in your face stuff. Winona Ryder and Christian Slater’s snarky insanity is really funny to watch amidst their clueless and heartless classmates. Christian Slater is almost doing more of a Jack Nicholson in Shining voice than normal but it works for his character. Overall, it was a great movie that was pretty funny and I definitely recommend it.

Links of the Week:
Silverchair – Freak
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Heads Will Roll
David Bowie – I’m Afraid Of Americans
Selena Gomez & The Scene – Round & Round
Kevin Gates – Really Really

Weekly Updates:
– This week’s theme is “Set in the Eighties”
– I’m all caught up on Lost Girl. Wow, what a great show.
– All caught up on Kimmy Schmidt and it got even better
– Finished the first season of Person of Interest and it’s good
– All caught up on season five of Bob’s Burgers
– I tried to watch Aquarius on Netflix and… I don’t know
– The Game Grumps were on actual television? Cool.
– So much awesome stuff to watch and report on!

Oh Death!

November 12, 2015

Aadhya pulled the hood of her sweatshirt down lower and tucked her long, damp hair back in place. She had to stay hidden, she had to keep moving or she was toast. She did not know who was after her but she knew that no forcer on Earth could help her now. The crowd milled around her but she always felt alone and helpless, even in the middle of a crowd. He followed her wherever she went and nobody would believe her. This was the third city she had been through and she knew he was still right behind her.

She had been desperate the week before, tired and hungry and scared out of her mind. She felt she could not stop for long but she had tried to research how to ditch somebody tracking you. She hadn’t attended any of her high school classes and she had ditched her cell phone weeks ago. It had not worked at all. She had left town, using fake names on public transportation and had done her best to cover her tracks. Yet she still had glimpsed him every time she stopped running. If she stayed in one place for longer than a few hours, he appeared.

She wished she knew who he was. She had been walking home from school one day alone after drama club and she had spotted him by chance two blocks away. Fear had stabbed into her heart as if it was a primal instinct. She had run home, ducking through alleys and backyards but he had found her. Her parents didn’t see him and eventually she had to fake calm in order to slip away before the morning sun. She went to the police but they were no help and only tried to detain her but she kept running anyway.

One night she had broken into a bookstore to find somewhere to sleep, mostly because she noticed it had a back door. After a few books on the occult, she had a new perspective and a new plan of action. Weeks before she would not have believed but after seeing what she had seen, she was either losing her mind or believing in magic. She had researched symbols, runes and spells and had come up with designs she felt could protect her, mask her. She used the henna skills her aunt had taught her to draw the symbols all over her body, using a mirror when necessary. She noticed that she had quite a bit more time to stop now but she had to keep moving.

She also had to keep covered up. She noticed that when adults caught sight of all the henna tattoos, they were either scared or concerned. Last week a nun had stopped her and tried to wrangle her into the system. She had slipped away but realized that she was now on her own. At best, nobody would believe her. At worst, they would think she was crazy or a demon worshiper or something. But she knew that he was real. He was out there somewhere all the time and he wanted her. He had even almost gotten her once.

It was in the New York Subway. She was pushing her way through a revolving gate when a hand shot through the bars and caught her jacket. She looked back but she could not see his face and that scared her more than anything ever had. She fought hard and her jacket had torn and she had gotten on the train and far away. A lot of nights she woke up in a cold sweat with that image and feeling burned into her brain. She would often get up and go at that point, unable to get back to sleep. The whole experience had led to more exhaustion. She was just so tired.

“Enough!” The voice rang out like a festival PA system. It was impossibly loud especially in the middle of a busy city street. Aadhya looked around and was shocked to realize that all the people were gone. The cars were gone too, even the parked ones. There was nothing between her and that man.

“What do you want!?” She screamed at the figure. He was somehow becoming clearer but also somehow his features didn’t register in her mind. She blinked a few times to clear her vision.

“Aadhya Kumta, you have lead me on a merry chase but the time for running is over. It is time for you to accept your destiny. You will come with me.” He said.

“No. I won’t!” She yelled, backing up as fast as she could but it suddenly felt like walking in thick mud. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to become who you are supposed to be. I want you to be what you are supposed to be.”

“What is that? What am I?” She asked, her voice faltering.

He was suddenly in front of her and he placed his palm on her forehead, her hood falling away. He released her and she staggered backwards. She looked down and saw all of that henna ink dripping onto the pavement. That just wasn’t possible. She turned and faced a plate glass window and watched her skin grow pale and her hair turn white. She turned back towards the man, a helpless look on her face.

“You have become Death, Destroyer of Worlds. You are the first of the four Horseman.” He said with an amused chuckle. “Sorry, I guess the term is outdated now.”

“I don’t understand.” Aadhya said softly.

He smiled. “Come with me, my Death. I will explain the coming days. Come with me and we will join with your sisters in bringing this world to its knees.”

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