Los Angeles, They're Yours
Aug 31Interesting article by one Mr. Mark Millar on the impending demise of the comics industry.
As we know it. The latest demise. In a series of many.
Basically, his thesis seems to be that Hollywood will poach the best guys. Not so much, though, about comics inviting Hollywood guys to play and basically write their own rules on how and when material is released, creating a permissive artistic climate in the extreme, and ultimately the world we live in now, where if Kevin Smith wants to take a couple years off between issues of a limited series, well, that’s just fine.
Star Trek: TOS: SE=Teh Meh.
Aug 31Lemme gist it for you: New FX in the OLD old episodes of Trek, supervised by Michael and Denise Okuda, who at this point are so enmeshed in Trek that I imagine Paramount keeps them locked up in a dirty cage somewhere deep beneath the lot on Melrose, tossing in laptop computers and DVDs and raw meat as needed to get the work done.
I read this news, and I found I just don’t care. Why don’t I care? I don’t know. I’m more interested in not caring than the news itself.
Am I getting old and mellow? Do I need to ingest more caffeine? Or has Star Trek really devolved to the point where they’d need to put a gun in Shatner’s mouth to get me to even give half of a shit?
I’m sure there are Trek fans someplace right now rallying petitions and organizing the picket line. I’m just sorta like, “Okay. Do it. Maybe I’ll watch it, as long as there’s none of that Star Trek 2.0 bullshit getting in the way of my TOS.” Cause that was pretty heinous.
Overall, MEH.
About the only flare of interest I can manage on this is that maybe it will result in another DVD release, which will drop the prices on the current TOS sets, which were like $100 but now are just about $70, which is still WAY outside the ballpark of a casual entertainment purchase for me, and requires some sort of holiday to initiate acquisition, such as a birthday or Xmas.
Lost Girls found… for $75
Aug 30My local comic shop (soon to be listed in International Nerd, just you watch) got in three copies of Alan Moore’s comic/porn/societal commentary/collectible. Three hardcover editions, in a cloth covered slipcase, for $75. Holy crap!
Has anyone had a look inside? Thoughts?
New Teevee! New Teevee! New Teevee!
Aug 29Ah, fall. It brings us so much–leaf-clogged gutters, hurricanes, some beer and brats and bingo festival at my in-laws’ church that sounds DIVINE, and of course, the new TV season.
Herc’s got an indispensible list of all the shows, new and old, and their premiere dates. I’ve already printed my copy, and I will probably spend tomorrow afternoon hiding from Ernesto, at home from work and huddled far from any glass or windows, praying to Jeebus and programming the Tivo-like device provided by our cable company.
Only thing that’s struck me in checking out what I’ll be checking out is that the genre fad seems to have passed VERY quickly. Last fall was all about the hour-long conspiracy-laden sci-fi-esque series. This fall, it’s more about the heavily-episodic hour-long action-drama with one big fat ass story, a la 24 and Prison Break. Also, some decent comedy, or so I hope–is it too much to ask that the pairing of John Lithgow and Jeffrey Tambour provide me with weekly brilliance on a scale as yet unimagined?
It probably is. But I’ll check it out anyway, because it’s fall 2006, and it’s NEW TEEVEE.
Think About It:
Aug 28The closest genre TV got to the Emmys this year was Denis Lawson.
No Adama, no Locke. Not even the new Who.
Just fucking WEDGE ANTILLIES in a powdered wig.
Pathetic.
