Essentially, we’re looking at the best modern DC movie outside of the Batman films…which isn’t saying much. I mean, it’s only real “contenders” are SUPERMAN RETURNS, JONAH HEX, and THE LOSERS (I’m not counting the independents under DC, aka Red or Watchman.)
Everything that I was worried about going into the film ended up being much more tolerable than I expected.
The Comic Relief was terrible, but thankfully brief.
The blatent non-Hal constructs that were better suited to people like Guy Gardner, were acceptable considering this was supposed to appeal to all audiences.
The costume wasn’t nearly as bad as expected…the mask, however, was exactly as bad as expected.
Sinestro was the best part of the movie, hands down.
So really, it all depends on what you’re going in there expecting. If you are expecting the original X-MEN film (good, despite some noticable flaws here and there) you’re going to be ok with the $9 you just lost.
However, if you’re going in expecting DARK KNIGHT, or X-MEN 2 (damn near flawless no matter how you look at it) then you will be cursing the name of Ryan Reynolds forever. (For the record, Ryan actually did a pretty decent job of Hal when he wasn’t trying to be a smart ass.)
Watching PHANTOM OF THE OPERA…my third movie of the day, because quite frankly I’ve got nothing better to do. I could have mowed the lawn, but it’s too late for that now.
This artistic burnout is really starting to piss me off. Not that I was doing anything truly spectacular to begin with…it just really sucks to sit at the wacom tablet, where you used to be able to spend hours at alone, and have nothing come out of you.
I’m not exaggerating when I say “hours.” As I said in my previous post, I find myself with endless pieces of spare time and nothing to do.
So…I sit on the couch in my underwear watching TV, Movies, and Netflix.
…I should really start considering dating, if only to have something else to do.
Been on a break from drawing for almost a week now. For some reason I got burnt out even though I wasn’t drawing all that much to begin with. Go figure.
So now I’m faced with a ridiculous amount of time where I’m flabbergasted at how to spend it.
Recently I took on being DM for a 4th Edition game so that takes up some time. Netflix certainly helps…but sadly I’ve found myself in the role of an old spinster. Sitting on the couch, drinking tea, and working a puzzle. The fact that it’s a pre-prequel STAR WARS puzzle helps me feel less like a loser, but really it doesn’t absolve the fact that I’ve been reduced to working a friggin puzzle in my spare time.
Here’s hoping I get my drive back to draw soon…that or video games, I’ve got like 3 that need finishing.
One's Frends to Children...one is frends to Anguiris
So, I’ve been having a pretty heavy binge on kaiju movies as of late. I’ve already started my GODZILLA collection—which is more likely to become an overall kaiju collection—and between Netflix and shot-in-the-dark purchases I’ve been through 3 Gamera movies and have stumbled on a rather disturbing discovery.
Granted, there are 12 Gamera movies altogether and I’ve only seen 3…and there are 28 Godzilla movies and I’ve only seen a little less than half…but so far…Gamera’s movies are showing an astounding level of superiority over the big G, in a technical aspect that is.
Don’t get me wrong. No one can touch Godzilla in my mind as far as franchises go. He’s a better monster, a better character, with better opposing monsters, and with some rather ingenious sub-plots sometimes. He’s the king of the monsters and no other can top him.
However…let’s face it. Many of his movies are terrible. GODZILLA vs HEDORA, GMK (despite having a really cook sub-plot), GHIDORA the THREE HEADED MONSTER, etc. They’re slow paced, have WAY TOO MUCH human screen-time in comparison with the monsters, and some absolutely ridiculous main plot lines at times (See Godzilla vs. King Ghidora.)
In comparison, GAMERA is astoundingly superior. The paces are tighter, nearly every other scene has GAMERA or some kind of monster in it, and the cinematography…oh my god the cinematography. The two Heisei era films I’ve seen alone blow Godzilla cinematography out of the water. The sense of scale is much more apparent, and destruction seems far more significant when Gamera destroys a building then when Godzilla does. Mostly because when Gamera destroys something, you see the consequence, people running away or getting crushed, etc.
Again, this may just be what I’ve seen so far. For all I know, the other half of the Godzilla movies might be better in this aspect. But at the same time…does it really matter? They’re both giant monster movies…it really shouldn’t make much of a difference.
I dunno…maybe I’m just trying to cover myself because I feel guilty for enjoying the Gamera movies so much. Like I’m cheating on the Big G…
It’s crazy, I know…but Godzilla is like a childhood friend for me, and I’d hate to feel like I’m trading him in favor for another…which is most definitely NOT the case.
My girlfriend invited me to her house. I found her sister alone in the house, she was unbelievably sexy and whispered in my ear, "I have feelings for you, shall we have sex?", I immediately turned around and walked to the front door to go to my car. I found my girlfriend standing there, she hugged me and said: "You've won my trust"....... Moral of the story: always keep your condoms in the car.
Just finished watching SUPER SIZE ME, and now I’m absolutely terrified for my children.
How the hell am I going to stop them from being fat when I was fat myself as a child? I know that all you do and say to help them stay healthy is just going to in one ear and out the other with them. After all, they’re kids, they’re going to rebel to some extent.
Not to mention the school lunch system is horrendous, still is after what, 7 years since this movie was made?
Also, this movie triggered my irrational hatred for vegans with Morgan’s girlfriend…I’d elaborate, but I’d risk offending someone which I’d rather not do.
Going through my DA account again, and this still is one of my favorite pieces, and I feel one of my strongest.
At this point I was still doing pencil on paper and inking by hand. A painful process, yes, but you can’t argue with the results. I often think about going back and trying to do that again but let’s face it, I’m a lazy, lazy man.
I’ve gotten moreso now that I know that I’m not going to be using my drawing skill as a career and this is all just a hobby. Realistically, this should give me MORE reason to do it because I have time to devote to it since there’s no deadline but…eh.
I don’t know. I feel like I’ve slowly had all desire to produce really outstanding or meaningful work beaten out of me, the last remnants being AVERY LIBRARY.
I’m trying to make this sound non-emo, we’ll see how well I succeed.
I guess it’s just a realization that comes with everyone as they grow older, that you’re not special. No matter what your parents tell you, you’re just another human being on this earth. Really, no one is “special” they’re unique. There’s a difference, a BIG difference.
Anyone who’s called “special” was just either damn lucky enough to find a market, charsimatic enough to bullshit their way through a market, or talented enough to actually be worth investing money towards.
I am none of those. That’s quite clear, and really it’s my own damn fault.
I’m a lazy individual. It’s my downfall. I’ve got potential…well, I HAD potential. When I bullshitted my way through college I was one grade away of making dean’s list. So what would have happened if I really applied myself? But, I didn’t. I wanted to “have a life” as I put it. The same goes for my artwork. I did this just screwing around, what if I actually applied myself and perfecting my techniques? But, I didn’t…and as much as I’d like to blame myself (not really one to have a high opinion of myself) I really blame the way art is taught in the college system.
Basically, all I wanted was to learn technique. What I got, was some elitist bullshit about how artists “see the world in a different way” and try to explain the world as it is for those who don’t stop long enough to notice.
That still gets me.
I hate artists.
You think you’re the shit because you painted an entire canvas black and supposedly have some deep significant meaning behind it? You’re no better than anyone else buddy, get over yourself.
There’s no deeper meaning to this world. It’s just flesh and blood. That’s it.
There’s no varying level of reality that’s being blurred by the advent of technology or advertising, and your not the world’s savior by thinking you’ve pointed it out to the rest of us.
I’m getting off topic…
Anyways, when I was met with stuff like this being taught and technique taking a backseat…hell, not even the back seat, technique was the frigging dog in VACATION, tied to the back bumper and forgotten and we all know how THAT ended…I checked out mentally. Basically my senior year was telling the professors (who are great people, don’t get me wrong) what they wanted to hear so I could graduate. But I never really committed myself to the way of thinking.
In the end it doesn’t really matter, as I’ve said, it’s not where my career is heading so it’s all for shits and giggles.
Really, it’s not all that bad. I’m really interested in where I might be headed. I love writing documentaries, and I’m hoping to make a career out of it. It’s it’s own sort of art form. You not always get what you’re looking for in interviews, and my job is to make what the person says into something compelling and weave it in and out of the story to make a cohesive structure.
Not to mention I’m building one helluva resume in this particular field so I’d be crazy to make my career anything else.
Don’t worry, everyone gets stuck with what they like at some point. You just need to take a break. It’s like a burnout. If you want to vary what you draw, pick up the random drawing challenges floating around…they might inspire something new. :)
It’s more like my brain forgets how to draw properly, and everything ends up looking like something drawn by a drunk four-year old.
I hate this, it makes me feel like not only that I suck, but that I have no imagination outside of my own project, Godzilla fanart, and narcissistic self-portraits…because that’s all I end up thinking of to draw anyways.
If I were doing something with my art it’d be a bigger deal than it is, but the fact is that it’s a hobby, nothing more. But still, that doesn’t stop it from being so infuriating.
Now would be a good time for me to start the cliched drinking binge, but I’m on the wrong side of 26, and can’t really do that kind of thing anymore without paying for it in the morning.
Today I keep forgetting that I’m having Ham and NOT pork chops…the confusion comes from the fact that I am marinating the prok chops tonight, and that pork chops are delicious.
Aside from that a pretty low key night planned. Work on AVERY LIBRARY, Jeopardy, and then All-Star Superman from Netflix. I would have bought it flat out, I usually do with the DCAnimated movies, but I’m not a huge fan of supes, and the last DCAU release was SHAZAAM…and that was quite terrible.
I’m hoping to actually finish AL page 11 tonight. The only thing is that I have an urge to do a one-shot piece before I start page 12…but what?
I could always do another Godzilla fanart, but I dunno. I kinda want to do an original piece. Who knows, we’ll see how I feel once page 11 is done.