* I’m sick of Photobucket’s bullshit. Can anyone recommend a better image-hosting site that won’t yank Jim Rugg drawings of Doctor Manhattan because you can see his genitals? (Doc’s, not Rugg’s.) I don’t want to use my Flickr account as a random image depository.
* A few residual Watchmen review links first:
* Jim Emerson compares and contrasts the film with The Dark Knight, which in restrospect is the “visually realistic take on superheroes” film that a Watchmen adaptation had the potential to be in other hands but ended up emphatically not being; Emerson argues that that’s to Watchmen‘s betterment.
* Adrian de la Touche at The House Next Door praises the movie for aspects other critics have used to lambaste it–the on-the-nose music choices, that sex scene–and refers to Zack Snyder as “a talented—fuck it, I’ll bite—visionary filmmaker.” I kind of think so too! The Paul Verhoeven of the ’00s?
* And now some MMORPG geekiness:
* Man, is this ever right up my alley: Here’s a firsthand account of how the game Tabula Rasa used its real-world cancellation as grounds for an in-game apocalypse.
* On a similar note, Ta-Nehisi Coates wonders how player vs. player combat could be employed to affect the World of Warcraft storyline.
* Cold Heat #5/6 is out! I have a copy and hope to review it shortly.
* “Tom Neely sure can draw” update: Tom Neely sure can draw.
* Todd VanDerWerff’s review of last week’s lackluster Battlestar Galactica focuses on how difficult it is to properly evaluate individual episodes of a plot-heavy series, particularly toward the end of its run, without the context provided by the plot’s yet-to-be-aired resolution.
* The remake of Let the Right One In is in fact going to be called Let the Right One In, thank god.
Eh, I sort of agree about Watchmen (totally agree that the movie’s an individual’s modification of the comic, actually), but… like, I do think Snyder’s a good deal more self-aware than he’s getting credit for, that a bunch of the goofy stuff is deliberate, sure, but my problem was that most of it was pretty lame and simplistic in whatever Verhovian statement he was trying to make vis-a-vis the genre or the source material (not that Verhovan couldn’t also be lame and simplistic). I did kinda smirk at all the kung-fu and casual stabbing amongst the color and leather ribs of ’90s-style herodom, but, you know, in the end that’s kind of a news break from MAD Magazine half a century ago, and Kurtzman & Wood probably wouldn’t have tried to mix it with serious passages that don’t particularly back the mood up…
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