Tank Girl to return. Hooray!

Tank Girl to return. Hooray!

Feb 08

Having tripped into Tank Girl accidentally, while visiting the UK, well prior to her arrival on North American shores (and super well before the movie. sigh. The movie…) I became a life-long fan of Jamie Hewlett, and an on-again, off-again fan of Tank Girl. Loved it early on, enjoyed it later, not quite as into it near the end. Then she went away.

Now, 12 years later, Alan Martin, the series co-creator and writer, if bringing her back. Hewlett is apparently fantastically wealthy from Gorillaz, so, Australian Ashley Wood has been tapped. The coolest thing about the new series, thus far, besides the use of Wood, is Martin’s comments on her new look;

What was alternative, upsetting, anarchic, and just plain odd-ball back then has since become common place. Mainstream media smothers us daily with punky chic, and modern day babies can be seen sporting spikey hairdos and Travis Bickle T-shirts. The uniform of the cultural revolutionary has been sold to The Man.

So how to rebel? How give the finger to the fashion fascists? Normal is the only way ahead. Dress like a high school teacher from the mid-eighties, or pick clothes from your boring aunty’s wardrobe. The only way left to rebel is to dress like you’re not rebelling.

I’m not sure I’m completely convinced that this is the case, but there does seem to be a fairly clear deliniation between a world with and without Suicide Girls, and one could argue it was roughly the time Lori Petty shaved her head into a mohawk. I any case, I’m keen to see how this pans out.

Hey, Asshole, My Water Just Broke

Hey, Asshole, My Water Just Broke

Feb 08

I must belatedly comment on the brilliant casting of Jessalyn Gilsig as Claire’s biomommy on Heroes. Gilsig was so damn brilliant as crazy Gina on Nip/Tuck, I can’t believe FX hasn’t yet created some edgy/trashy show just for her, wherein she plays a boozy, foul-mouthed competitive racecar driver or maybe a profanity-spewing drug addict/accountant. Oh, well. Their loss is NBC’s gain, and how cool that her power is shooting flames out of her fingers, which is seriously the superpower I have always wanted!

And now I’m afraid I have to turn around and chastise the net or the powers that be or basically whoever creates the Heroes promos. Nathan being Claire’s dad was a fantastic reveal, but it would have been EVEN BETTER if they hadn’t teased it to all hell and showed that shot of a besuited man sitting down at a desk. Because from the way they teased it, we knew it had to be someone we already knew. And who else on the show can claim a torso that is always nattily decked out in a suit? (Sidenote: I once had the opportunity to meet Adrian Pasdar and he was dressed just like Nathan. A friend speculated that he simply never leaves home without his trusty suit. It’s like his Adrian Pasdar Uniform.)

In any case, I guess this means an end to all those moony-eyed Claire/Peter Petrelli fanfics, right? Right?!

Breaking: Civil War Is Not That Bad

Breaking: Civil War Is Not That Bad

Feb 07

I’ve been reading a lot of the reactions to Civil War online, for months and months now, because I’m just THAT kind of guy–the kind who trolls around the web looking to read about things I’ve read. Compulsively All the goddamned time.

These opinions, these words various have typed, various whom I do not disrespect at all and who in some cases I quite enjoy–these words rub me. They chafe me. They task me, to paraphrase Khan.

I just don’t think it’s that bad. In fact, I’ll jump off this deep end, even if I swim here alone and no one ever notices me flailing about in the dark murky water: I still LIKE Civil War.

In other words, it. Does. Not. Suck.

Grr. Goyer No Longer on "Flash" Flick

Grr. Goyer No Longer on "Flash" Flick

Feb 03

So says Blog@Newsarama.

This, taken together with the Whedon news below, means that there can be NOTHING good afoot within the hallow-less halls of Warner Brothers’ film division.

Marvel: Hire a bunch of geeky, gifted auteurs; let them make their movies; rake in cash.

DC/Warners: Hire one or two geeky, gifted auteurs; let them make their movies; rake in some cash, but apparently not enough; freak out and fuck everything up.