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Human blood jump-starts the Kryptonian Doomsday, just as Mordred was the product of a similar unholy union. That spear of green light is dumped into a convenient body of water. Oh, and the movie poster’s the first thing I noticed. It’s a shame Zack Snyder’s ambition for epics continues to go unappreciated.

If it ever comes back in stock, I just might put one of these aside for us to work on together someday, though my recent bout with the flu makes me wonder if I’d survive another. But otherwise it’s a rabbit-hole for collectors. And I’m not sure who’s writing these movies, but it’s definitely someone who’s seen The Prisoner.

Was catching up with Dangerous Minds recently, and they themselves had just gotten around to video posted almost ten years ago of McGoohan in LA that really is the stuff of my dreams, especially his new bit with the hanger motif.

I got a lump in my throat when I saw this scene tonight. Birth of the Multiverse.

Even as a kid I thought Luke Skywalker was undeserving of his heroic status (he just happened to have the coolest dad ever, after all), but we’re both old as fuck now, and I like that he no longer seems to give any. His return to the Flash TV show was brilliantly handled, he’s all “I’m telling you, it’s just a movie” about this new Star Wars crap, and it’s a given he’ll be voicing The Killing Joke as a final bow. If not for Blade Runner—because really, Harrison Ford played the same melancholic character for the rest of his successful career after he got too long in the tooth for Indiana Jones—I’d say he finally outdid the more popular Han Solo! Most my preoccupation lately appears to be with the past (though don’t get me wrong, I am trying to keep things in perspective for future generations… as if there will ever be a band again who’ll make better tracks than “Over the Hills and Far Away”); I loaded a different playlist for my new nano, and the ending theme to Buckaroo Banzai reminded me how much more I liked that movie than, say, the Avengers. The other day I read about the creator of Hawk the Slayer crowdfunding a sequel, so I braced myself for the nostalgia with another low-seeded torrent, only to remember that it had only been six years since I revisited it on Netflix.

Not to make light in the least about today’s ruling, because affirming love in any way (even as a disembodied brain hijacking a new robot body) is only good for marriage, or any relationship. Fuck that housewife Chook and the rest of the closed-minded conservatives here with whom I clashed years ago on Prop 8.

(She did play one of the “Amazons.”) Wasn’t quite the blast from the past it was hyped as; I maintain that the Road Warrior is just about the perfect film. An economy of characters without names, and a story that truly didn’t need subtitles (it’d be helluva lot easier to novelize as a Little Golden Book than recent Disney features) nor, unlike both its 1985 sequel and this one, depend on all that world-building to tell it. And really, “over-the-top” doesn’t mean a thing anymore after Kung Fury. Still, it’s inspiring to see even a septuagenarian not tire from just imagining such on-screen energy, much less have to slow-mo every significant action sequence like Joss Whedon generously does for us mouth-breathers.

Once again, threat contained with less casualties than jokes (and maybe spending more time evacuating civilians than either was appeasing critics still whimpering over the 9/11-scale destruction in DC’s over-the-top follow-up to the first Avengers), so I’m not sure why they had to go with a reminder of the abominable mini-series in book form. If you ask me, they also missed a great opportunity to do the team vs. a giant-sized Ultron-7:

Incidentally, I had this idea for a Man of Steel sequel, which I understand was planned before all this Batman v. Superman nonsense (or still is, after it), that introduces the Martian Manhunter, so unfairly left off the Justice League roster for Robocop throwback Cyborg—methinks Geoff Johns is downplaying Bruce Timm’s contribution to the pantheon in favor of what, the shitty Super Powers Galactic Guardians Superfriends cartoon—to parallel Kal El’s own alien origin and coming to terms as mankind’s benefactor: McConaughey, who’s said to being courted by both studios, is my pick for his John Jones disguise. Morrison’s first JLA arc serves as the basis, where Martians appear on the scene as beautiful superheroes, easily dispatching said skyscraping robot and inept extraterrestrial invaders, never missing a one-liner, and earning the adoration of the public. Clark is skeptical; members of the Justice League could cameo, Flash revealing their fast person isn’t connected to the Speed Force because he lapped him without being noticed, and Batman figures out their aversion to fire, but Superman insists on going at it without their help, telling them he’s found another ally, someone else on Earth with the same shield to his scan, who turns out to be J’onn. He could be immersed in ordinary surroundings, trying to hide in our culture and learn, or be a captive of the government, like in New Frontier. We’ve already seen Kryptonian predestination, so the whole White vs. Green Martian schism might be retreading, but needless to say, the two of them bond and beat the bad guys together.

Sure, I was disappointed by the invunche effects and not quite sold on the whole “rising darkness” (nowhere like True Detective last year), but it was thrilling while it lasted, the prospect of the DC world of magic and mystery unfolding every week. Too bad it had to be Friday nights at 10.

Oh well, I suppose this is more suited for network television, anyway.

Quite possibly my last camp, though who knows, I may join my son for them in the future. (Especially if the world goes to pot and we’re forced to live on rations of Soylent Green or something.) My halcyon days of vying with scalpers for tickets to a Talking Heads show, braving the elements overnight outside Comp USA to nab a launch-day PlayStation 2, counting down windows of real time on virtual loot, these posters may serve as a memorial to them.

Still think Wonder Woman should be hella curvier, and it’s more than a little troubling that with almost a year out, the sheer amount of information about the film leaked so far doesn’t seem to leave much room for those genuinely surprising moments in The Dark Knight (not that I’m wholly innocent of staying clear of the fray myself), but I’d rather they try to tell a story about the epic impact these larger-than-life characters might sensibly have on the world than assembling them every few years and make like there’s really another threat to it.

I don’t care if this idea for a superhero was received without so much as a “meh” from Will & Dayz; I like it, and continue to hone it on my runs, usually before I even reach Shoemaker. A low-brow small-time crook gets the jump on a scientist in his lab, and shoots him in his haste to make off. But before succumbing to the attack, the man unleashes a swarm of nanobots, which take up residence in his killer. There, they begin making improvements, upgrades like in that episode of The Outer Limits, bestowing superhuman strength, durability, healing, the works—catch is, they also make his brain work more efficiently, he grows smarter, and in turn, he understands the nature of his crime, becomes guilt-ridden with remorse, and assumes the mantle of do-gooder to atone. A little reminiscent of 악마를 보았다, too. But is it this the true course of the better person, or is it only the ghost in the machines that’s motivating him? There’s some conflict for ya. Will he use his now-photographic memory and advanced intelligence to recreate the incident and discover that his victim originally intended to inject himself with his inventions, and immediately benefit from them? Almost with minds of their own, they chose the host with more potential. (Or will he instead learn, as in Morrison’s Doom Patrol, that the whole thing was engineered all along, and he was deliberately chosen for the project? Meh.)