tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69943589454390590022024-03-13T01:59:57.607-07:00NiceMannersKind of a misnomer really, as I have no manners to speak of...Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-72020725169125393682010-09-06T21:15:00.000-07:002011-03-20T16:08:28.841-07:00Verisimilitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zQGS-NHPNvfgPHtdCVs1vWnNKf_nOhvwoXfCmYB-nyVEmSW84w-LHlNfKw51ZoBucaepCGAE2HRhov29N0uJta7QnjRphdrbUI43XqWE30dD3a3DbwNexogaZIw10T7s0hEvsRvyD2hp/s1600/Sitting+post.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zQGS-NHPNvfgPHtdCVs1vWnNKf_nOhvwoXfCmYB-nyVEmSW84w-LHlNfKw51ZoBucaepCGAE2HRhov29N0uJta7QnjRphdrbUI43XqWE30dD3a3DbwNexogaZIw10T7s0hEvsRvyD2hp/s320/Sitting+post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514020940762130930" border="0" /></a>Wait, what was I doing again?<br /><br />One of the most intimidating things anyone has ever told me occurred on the website "The Drawing Board". I had posted a picture that was getting positive feedback and my reply to some of the comments included an off handed remark along the lines "yeah, I don't really draw on a consistent basis," which, as I think about it, is kinda arrogant, (I draw well enough for you to admire my my work and I don't even work at it, how cool am I?). Someone replied "imagine how good you'd be if you drew all the time". I thought Huh.<br /><br />Imagine how good I'd be if I was genuinely passionate about drawing? Imagine if I stopped making excuses, got off my ass, applied myself, stopped being apprehensive, stopped procrastinating, stopped settling, over-thinking, stepped up, focused, took action, took control... Imagine if I didn't waste my ability. Imagine if I actually did something with it. Imagine...<br /><br />You'll notice the picture is dated. That isn't the last time I drew anything, or the last time I drew anything worth posting. That's just about how long the picture has been uploaded to this unfinished post, this un-started post. Sure, stuff has happened, stuff has gotten in the way, big stuff. But truthfully, I let it get in the way.<br /><br />Dust-Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-29357462474047381122010-07-13T23:06:00.001-07:002010-07-15T00:47:31.645-07:00Incongruity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkeHglhcSyogc835xQSzH0q1ubRQOVZcJJoHpN-XgKbhuBaq4Hkh9XqTn7m14kao94qPEAZVeznJ9ZsOa-P7eEFUke1jHzCdkbt2aTKhdwmqUGYjAe7DqQ9Cic-hLQRt8AFhrZgpc582ag/s1600/Covered+Eye+Post.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkeHglhcSyogc835xQSzH0q1ubRQOVZcJJoHpN-XgKbhuBaq4Hkh9XqTn7m14kao94qPEAZVeznJ9ZsOa-P7eEFUke1jHzCdkbt2aTKhdwmqUGYjAe7DqQ9Cic-hLQRt8AFhrZgpc582ag/s320/Covered+Eye+Post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493639549498383970" border="0" /></a> I loathe to detail the events of the past few months as they pertain to my absence here. Any and all explanations would be embarrassing excuses and really, aren't we past all that?<br /><br /> I can assure those that would care of such things that drawing has occurred and just leave it at that.<br /><br />Let us awkwardly segue to the movie portion of our post.<br /><br /> I like the <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sherlock Holmes </span></span>movie. I get the distress some viewers felt at seeing such a tried and true literary figure regarded as a puerile, arrogant sociopath with his passive-aggressive treatment of Watson and dismissive use of detecting skills, I do. But I think the tweaking of Holmes' idiosyncrasies, the amping up of his intellectual prowess to near autistic levels balanced with a concurrent drop in social skills allows much opportunity for diversion from the mysteries afoot which can be, frankly, tedious exposition when compressed to movie length. This, I believe, is director Guy Ritchie's aim, to keep from dumbing down the clue finding and puzzle solving (too much), he peppers the movie with Holmes' eccentricities played for humor. Also, it's the inspired casting and performance of Robert Downey Jr. in the title role that sells the whole bit.<br /><br /> The remake of <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Crazies</span></span> was entirely better than it should have been. It loses much of it's steam just past the middle, and the titular "crazies" themselves aren't as strong a threat toward the end, but still, given the source material, plenty good.<br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Legion</span></span> is one of those "angel war" movies that usually misses opportunities, this one is no different. There is some good casting, some creepy effect sequences and some decent ideas but none of it gains any footing. The plot holes are cavernous. Western religious mythology fascinates me thus I am drawn to movies that attempt the subject matter regardless of how ass-like I fear they will be.<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Kick Ass</span></span> did in fact kick ass, lots of ass. I am a fan of the comic book by Mark Millar and the amazing John Romita Jr. Much of what they were trying to accomplish makes it on screen, some of the bits are altered and fluffed out for mass consumption. That is to be expected. Aaron Johnson is sympathetic and relatable in the title role and Nicolas Cage somehow doesn't bore me like he usually does, his Adam Westian performance is entertaining. But, unfortunately, they are playing against Chloe Moretz's Hit Girl who's a freakin' revelation in the role. Her action sequences are like watching Hello Kitty enter into a frenzied blood rage of whirling death blossom, pure awesome.<br /><br />By the way, have you seen this Netflix movie streaming thing? Which to a movie whore like me is akin to saying, "by the way have you experienced this heroin thing?" I'm fairly certain that the time is coming wherein gobs of entertainment will be poured directly into the gray matter via some USB spike driven into the back of our heads thus eliminating any <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAxARJyaTEA&feature=related">Burgess Merideth-like lamenting</a>.<br /><br />Among the streamable cinema fare that has been slaking my thirst is Andrei Tarkovsky's <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Solaris.</span></span> Decompressed and cerebral, <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Solaris <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span>harkens back to a time (1972) when Sci Fi was more than the genre wherein shit got blow'ed up. This movie instead occupies it's character's time with treatises on the human condition while placing them under emotional distress at the hands of a consciousness so alien that communication seems impossible. It took me a bit to shift to the right gear for proper enjoyment but once I did I was captivated. It doesn't hurt that the female lead, Natalya Bondarchuk is pretty bangin'. Yes, she's acting her ass off also, hanging with the egghead science-type characters playing verbal/psycho analytical/technobabble chess while plenty holding her own. I found the mental gymnastics refreshing.<br /><br />The Pic is another random randomness from the <a href="http://ffffound.com/">fffound blog</a>. Not so bad.<br /><br />Oh yeah, the nerdgasmic Comic Con is looming menacingly. I've mentally and physically prepared myself as much as possible, the strong will thrive, the weak will be eaten.<br /><br />Dust-Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-25906731773295181372010-03-01T23:40:00.001-08:002010-03-14T17:59:51.974-07:00Puddle Deep<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvf5Zw7ncYmIt_16PSIWlr0qHjlQ2ZA8hK7L_iOlN0366gQVCbHJRWycmZ1JLB5opjH-_-9wV9zN0-nyuCcLyqWnDEWHo4JojB_Lvl8IfTQQouVNqH9LhNT1bj7tNnueIuTf_oGu5ApK6/s1600-h/Pensive+post+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjvf5Zw7ncYmIt_16PSIWlr0qHjlQ2ZA8hK7L_iOlN0366gQVCbHJRWycmZ1JLB5opjH-_-9wV9zN0-nyuCcLyqWnDEWHo4JojB_Lvl8IfTQQouVNqH9LhNT1bj7tNnueIuTf_oGu5ApK6/s320/Pensive+post+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443938739866375650" border="0" /></a> Every once in awhile a movie comes along and fundamentally alters my opinion of the medium. By their very nature movies are made "by commitee", that is, the amount of aspects in direct control of one singular vision are limited, maybe moreso than in any other medium. It's much easier to find the voice of one person in something like a book or a song, but movies are such a collaborative venture that it amazes me sometimes that they get made at all. This idea is what impresses me most when I see great films. When the writer hands the story to the producer, when the special effects guys work with the story boarder, when the gaffers and grips and cameramen get instruction from the cinematographer, when the director tells the actors what to do. When the component parts, made by so many individuals, combine Voltron-like into one, what happens? Do you get lead or gold?<br /><br /> I often thought, naively, that writing was the most important component, or more accurately, I thought it was the primary component. I suppose it depends on the moviemakers and the movie being made. Plenty of movies with mediocre writing have won critical acclaim, and plenty more movies with remedial writing have made craploads of money. In fact some movies have done quite well with garbage writing, awful directing, and downright mind-numbing acting, (I'm looking at you <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">GI Joe</span></span>).* I then believed that the director was the primary force behind a movie, I mean many very talented actors have had craptacular turns due to assclown directors and some very average actors have had stellar performances thanks in no small part to fantastic directors, (isn't that right Mr. Travolta?). At no point have I attributed an actor as having the matrix of leadership in the greatness of film but I do acknowledge their contribution is integral. So really, to me, the primary component is actually a triumvirate, writer/director/actor, complemented by a small army, composer/cinematographer/special effects and production artists, ect. And when all these disparate ingredients create an amazing film, when the sum becomes something greater than it's parts, well... that's frickin' alchemy!<br /><br /> Then comes James Cameron. I believe JC, (how apt), said something to the effect that he was gonna change movies forever with that blue kitty people movie of his. Well he did, just not for the better. Don't get me wrong, <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Avatar</span></span> is gorgeous and lots of fun but I don't considerate a great film. That may sound movie snobbish, and it probably is, but I just don't feel that the power rangers have come together to make Megazord here. To me what JC has done is the cinematic equivalent of genetically engineering Megan Fox. Every aspect of the movie was carefully researched from the design of the Navi with their big vulnerable eyes and lithe, asthetic bodies, to the lush, inviting Final Fantasy inspired (ripped off) vistas of pandora with it's beguiling color scheme and soothing soft glow. From it's clearly portrayed characters, unencumbered by dimension to it's advanced but functional looking tech. It's story of a unspoiled and unilaterally peaceful native species meeting another species governed by callousness and greed at best, blind duty and inexplicable aggression at worst. All meticulously manicured by people with slavish devotion to detail. <br /><br /> So what's the problem? All the elements seem to be present. Yes... and, well, no. Like the aforementioned Ms. Fox, this movie is yummy to look at, I could spend hours watching it prance around in it's underwear, doing gymnastics, or even just sitting and staring at a wall. But much like God evened Megan's stats by shaving some watts off the old light bulb and instilling her with the bare minimum of human soul, so too did JC balance his obsessive fabrication of a movie with his lack of providing weight to the characters and gravitas to their words and actions. Sure, you can't help but be affected by certain moments, the 911 echoing fall of Home Tree, the contrived chosen nature of the Jake Sully character, the painfully predictable confrontation between the Jake Sully and the stock mindless, rampaging Colonel Quaritch over the fate of Pandora in general and Jake's helpless natural body in particular, (not difficult to notice manipulative nature of design and plot devises). But all of it is very superficial. Even with the Colonel dangling the carrot of Jake's real legs being returned to him, there's something disingenuous about his siding with the Navi. That may be attributed to the actor's vanilla pudding performance but in all fairness he doesn't have much to work with, the military abandoned him after his injury and he's banging a hot blue kitty chick, not much to work with there. Sigourney Weaver's Diane Fossey inspired performance is passable but then, she played Diane Fossey in <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gorillas in the Mist</span></span>, no points there. I'm simply not buying the idea of carpet bombing the Navi's home/Wailing Wall equivalent for the sake of a mineral no matter how rare or comedically named. I realize there is some precedent, but in an age where the plight of the spotted dung shrew supersedes that of the real estate developer, the wiping out of an intelligent, indigenous, attractive species over a rock seems, mmmm, distractingly far-fetched... at least without some additional plotwork. <span class="body"><br /><br /></span> JC was quoted as saying "<span class="body">So much of literary sci-fi is about creating worlds that are rich and detailed and make sense at a social level. We'll create a world for people and then later present a narrative in that world." That narrative feels very much an after thought and pretty much sums up the movie for me. The unfortunate legacy here is the example <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Avatar</span></span> sets. I do not look forward to the deluge digital, 3D movies bloated with special effects, directed by designers and technicians versed in mo-cap and pixel manipulation. Creating, in the biblical sense, living breathing worlds while paying passing lipservice to it's inhabitants. But then I remember Michael Bay is till making movies so I guess it's not that much of a game changer after all.<br /><br /> Enough bitter rambling, I really didn't want this to be so negative, especially in light of the many wonderful movies I've seen recently. Guaranteed in the next post, hopefully much sooner. The Drawering is a random random of randomness from ERROR888-Tumbler, my new distraction. I have many projects I'm not paying enough attention to, business as usual.<br /><br />Dust-<br /></span>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-42482194309581580022009-12-24T00:41:00.000-08:002009-12-24T09:10:35.975-08:00Incommunicado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7k-CMFHxIqBz4uOfZIlgnjwJHvAaxbwc7BI9yOj4O_-FKppfsb2-PxOBpSEynZDyfpPK2U1CQkZxsVY1652y2bC2Bw7VTyStsWxK8mUVIdBoVPJrXBof8m2-ZvYMECayxXiks9ThNs7X/s1600-h/Nude+post.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418720494048188050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr7k-CMFHxIqBz4uOfZIlgnjwJHvAaxbwc7BI9yOj4O_-FKppfsb2-PxOBpSEynZDyfpPK2U1CQkZxsVY1652y2bC2Bw7VTyStsWxK8mUVIdBoVPJrXBof8m2-ZvYMECayxXiks9ThNs7X/s320/Nude+post.jpg" border="0" /></a>Greetings,<br /><br />The blog has quite clearly been neglected, so much so in fact that if it never spoke to me I would understand completely. Many marvelous and astonishing happenings did occur in the interim between the then and now. I would relate them to you here, but must decline to do so, that is, the act of shoehorning them all into one post would serve only to diminish them, a fate entirely undeserved. As to the reason/explaination/excuse I offer for my absence, it's like this, there are so many mysterious and enigmatic happenstances involved that I must describe them in the abstract. Were I to choose one word to ascribe to my derelict duty, that word would have to be... Ninjas.<br /><br />I will however indulge in applying a few choice words to the 2009 San Diego Comic Con. Those words would be blissful carnage, or chaos gerbil, or even flesh torrent. Suffice it to say, it was an utter blast, I both greedily cherish and respectfully fear my time at the Con, and I look forward to next year's with baited, frothy, breath.<br /><br />I wish I'd seen more movies, there may be a new years resolution there, that is if I didn't liken making resolutions to repeatedly punching myself in the taint. I will endeavor to see more movies, I love them so and I need to show it.<br /><br />Consider more specifics to be eminent, more posts to be forthcoming. Not a promise so much as a threat, and a dire one at that. You see that naked lady sketch above? That is an indication, a thrown down gauntlet if you will, illustrating how "I mean business".<br /><br />DustDusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-54397463799080421392009-03-19T23:56:00.000-07:002009-03-20T01:21:03.976-07:00Fixation<ul><li><p align="justify"></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1TyT1hqs7xZ_85BOZdoU0QWIM_oO0pQjeNVlF0hVONbVFnhWq1E_lbQblrlNrLt1ujqpDN7Vr-Z4mt5faTXZYASsqxBthwaOWSyDKhA5EVcavyYZDouQuKb6g8OZS4WF9Q479QQ81-mY/s1600-h/Hair+up+post.png"><span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315161646221930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1TyT1hqs7xZ_85BOZdoU0QWIM_oO0pQjeNVlF0hVONbVFnhWq1E_lbQblrlNrLt1ujqpDN7Vr-Z4mt5faTXZYASsqxBthwaOWSyDKhA5EVcavyYZDouQuKb6g8OZS4WF9Q479QQ81-mY/s320/Hair+up+post.png" border="0" /></a><br />So, I was watching the <em>Watchmen</em> movie 2 weeks ago, (I took the day off, I know, nerd-boy) and I was wondering what it was that was bothering me about it. I had read the comics during their original run, in fact, I cite Alan Moore's <em>Watchmen, </em>along with<em> </em>Frank<em> </em>Miller's <em>Dark Knight, </em>and Miller's underrated <em>Elektra Assassin </em>as the comics that brought me back to the fold after my "too cool for comics" faze. I eagerly anticipated the adaption of the nigh "unfilmable" text, trying my gosh darnedest not to get my hopes too high while still remaining confident about director Zack Snyder's abilities. After all, did he not, already, film the nigh unfilmable <em>300</em> movie? From the inspired opening credit sequence, I found my confidence was not entirely misplaced. However, as the movie continued, despite the slick action, sometimes brilliant casting, startling visuals, and slavish adherence to the source material, I started to become, um... dissatisfied a bit? I'll refrain from illustrating my thoughts on Snyder's altered ending, along with my other artistic and technical quibbles, to maintain focus on point. That being that something permeating the film bugged me.<br /><br />A friend of mine called into question the directors, um, sexual proclivities? An unfair, if not unarguable, observation (accusation?) that I am disinclined to entertain here. I had to disagree, and as I marshaled my mental bullet points in anticipation of defending my viewpoint it hit me. Zack Snyder is a fetishist. After googling the actual definition of the word, I find "fixation" more appropriate, but I'll continue to use "fetish" as it is more encompassing. What I'm getting at is that Snyder fetishizes aspects of his movies, the violence, the fight scenes, the costumes, the shots taken directly off the comic page, the porno-ish sex, the slo-mos and zoom-ins, all to serve his fixation on the material. He focuses, with near unhealthy preoccupation, on the cosmetic and salacious portions of his films. The fights scenes are tightly choreographed exhibitions of sensationalized violence punctuated by lingering shots of broken tibias and smashed faces. The sex is glamorous and athletic, the scenes are rich in hue and grime and fire and light and all the other sparkly things he can cram in. This is not to say that he's unable to pull out a standout performance from some of his actors, or that Carla Gugino isn't luscious kitted out in her attire. Nor am I saying the obsessive directing style is, particularly, a bad thing. But maybe it's a bad thing in this instance, or at least an inappropriate one. I think Snyder's take saps a great deal of the weight and power from Alan Moore's brilliant prose, and he's unable to translate Dave Gibbon's skillful use of panel and pacing into a complementary cinematic form.<br /><br />I read some of the reviews of the film, the ones that didn't arbitrarily laud or dismiss the film had alot of interesting observations, many of which I have varying degrees of agreement with. I went to Snyder's panel at the comic con last year and, in reference to Alan Moore's legendary disdain of having his comics filmed, he said something to the effect of, I hope that on some dark, stormy night, if Alan somehow comes into a copy of the film and watches it, that he doesn't completely hate it. In that respect I think he failed, however, he did make an ambitious, entertaining film which in the end, I have to say, was pretty decent.<br /><br />It's late, I'm battling illness, so that's all you get... oh wait, the pic is a sketch of some random image from the fffound blog, I been strapped for drawing time lately, a bit sucky really, the being strapped for time not the drawing, I'm not that self deprecating... Geesh.<br /></li></ul>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-89901927111912422009-03-01T01:12:00.000-08:002009-03-01T03:17:00.545-08:00Forest for the Trees<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgZ4L9ZKS6c3Pu3w95ykeZB0MiTSs19CggLHN_a-QilZ79jos73tAMGEc2yA6IQcB-7gBFukvgCFSFEv1K5zK5S2slPpykcHZknrk_ELGBPgZHRcXzlJQosjiBrw4IXT8PzW0itqeD7V8/s1600-h/Zooey+post.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308145604830928562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgZ4L9ZKS6c3Pu3w95ykeZB0MiTSs19CggLHN_a-QilZ79jos73tAMGEc2yA6IQcB-7gBFukvgCFSFEv1K5zK5S2slPpykcHZknrk_ELGBPgZHRcXzlJQosjiBrw4IXT8PzW0itqeD7V8/s320/Zooey+post.png" border="0" /></a> You ever ask yourself why you watched a certain movie? Why you watch the TV shows you watch, books that you read, music you hear? Yeah, me neither, but I sometimes ask myself why others do. I'm not really talking about why you like the things you do, I mean what brought you there in the first place? Presumably, every item of entertainment must have some type of advertisement attached, otherwise, how would you find it? But advertising is massive. If you think about it, the amount of requests for our attention we are bombarded with every day is mind boggling. An unsettling amount of our economy is actually tied up in the practice of informing the consumer group of things to spend your money on, and since entertainment is, often times, big money so is the advertising of said entertainment "big business". A quick simplification of the method of advertising gives us 2 major components. 1, the presenting of the product in question in the most appealing and attractive light and 2, the distributing of said presentation to the largest amount of prospective consumers.<br /><br /> This brings us to (in a dry, uninteresting, meandering fashion I notice as I reread the above) the gist of my question. With so many medias vying, tooth and nail, for you attention, how do you choose? Right now, we are subjected to such a crushing onslaught of information that there is a whole new field of study dedicated to how our brains are evolving to process it. How in the world does anything get watched, listened to or read over anything else? I'm certain it has as much to do with reflecting an appealing aspect of the individuals makeup in the media being marketed as sheer dumb luck. I, also, am certain that if I could manipulate such a force, then I would have many, many dollars to spend on the frivolous things that strike my fancy.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anyhoo</span>, the impetuous of the above diatribe was the viewing of the movie <em>Coraline, </em>based on a story by the amazing Neil <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gaiman</span> and directed by the <strong>real</strong> talent behind <em>The Nightmare Before Christmas, </em>Henry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Selick</span>. The tried and true premise of the new kid in town adjusting to her unknown surroundings and testing her relationship with her parents becomes a fairy tale in the Grimm sense in the hands of these 2 storytelling maestros. The story is a vehicle for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gaiman</span> to explore the phobia <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">koumpounophobia</span>, (the fear of buttons, in this case buttons sewn into the eyes, yummy) in deliciously inventive, mildly horrifying fashion focused through the lens of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Selick's</span> formidable imagination. And it's those two elements, imagination and horror, that are, to me, the defining ingredients to an effective fairy tale. <br /><br /> This is a movie I've been waiting for a long time to see, character design have popped up on the blogs I read and at the comic con for years. The movie wasn't accompanied by an sort of media blitz which may account for it's so so 1st week box office, but in it's 3rd week it comes in second with another 11.4 mil (behind <em>Tyler Perry's Medea Goes to Jail, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">WTF</span>). </em>For me, this movie delivers on all fronts and is as good as purchased when the DVD becomes available. But, just to revisit my opening thought, how did anyone find this gem? I mean, I know how I found it, but my methods of finding things are unconventional at best. What I wonder about is how such an unusual movie with minimal marketing and zero star power ends up staying in the top 3 for 3 weeks? I guess I should just go ask Mr. Owl.<br /><br /> Also saw <em>Harold a</em><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nd</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kumar</span> Escape from Guantanamo Bay</em>, yeah, that wasn't so great.<br /><br /> The latest episodes of <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Battlestar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Galatica</span></em> kicks copious amounts of ass. The new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Joss</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Whedon</span> effort <em>Dollhouse</em> somewhat floundered in the beginning (while I love her to death the star, Eliza <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Dushku</span>, is the weak link) but after catching the 3rd episode, I can comfortably commit to further viewings. Doesn't matter though, it'll be cancelled in 4 more episodes.<br /><br /> The pic is the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">effervescent</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Zooey</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Deschanel</span>, it came out easy but it's got some balance issues and it feels a bit static, I might need to expose myself to some Paul Pope or something. Crap, I missed 2 postings in one month by 3 hours, fail.<br /><br /> Oh, reading Warren <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ellis's</span> <em>Freak Angels</em> web comic, it's both free and awesome, please read it, you'll thank me later <a href="http://www.freakangels.com/">http://www.freakangels.com/</a>.<br /><br />-DustDusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-53810905670991797802009-02-05T21:22:00.000-08:002009-02-05T23:24:47.498-08:00The Road Less Traveled<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AE-8uTCvcV1K89jjkd7-4ln4ywPgy3_HekVsL66zCVIJdceh5duSp9ZH_W15T00wtM0WWJG9YSmNxqysIyNIMl3FRoTxcZ9BwuM_6aUqGrrvRXWuj0flWeBnnYSMU3KxIVFgzuHlOPEx/s1600-h/Belly+Post.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299550822014797122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AE-8uTCvcV1K89jjkd7-4ln4ywPgy3_HekVsL66zCVIJdceh5duSp9ZH_W15T00wtM0WWJG9YSmNxqysIyNIMl3FRoTxcZ9BwuM_6aUqGrrvRXWuj0flWeBnnYSMU3KxIVFgzuHlOPEx/s320/Belly+Post.png" border="0" /></a> I'll admit, sometimes I can be a bit of a hater, ask anyone who's met me. But honestly, if I seem to get overly worked up or overly critical of something there's actually a reason. You see, I genuinely enjoy my interests. Think about it... How do you <em>really</em> feel about the shows you watch, books you read, movies you see, music you listen too? Are they there just to pass the time, to entertain, or to place your mind into a vegetative state? There's so much stuff out there, so many things to occupy your time with, but how many of them are really worth your time? <br /><br /> Every once in awhile, I'll be reading somethng or watching something, and the realization will hit me, "somebody freakin' created this!" Somebody had an idea, then that idea became reality, and now I'm experiencing it. Somebody created something, plucked it straight from the ether, then transferred it to a medium, (book, film, comic, song, etc..) for the expressed intent of someone like me finding it. The whole concept of that amazes me. It's that realization that, I think, connects me to my interests. It's that connection that makes me so involved and, therefore, invested, and its that investment that makes it personal. I take this stuff personally. I've seen some of the astonishing things each medium is capable of, books that have broadened the horizons of my mind, songs that are nearly a religious experience, comics that have transported me to entirely different reality, and movies that are nothing short of pure magic. These things can enlighten, educate, stimulate, but honestly, (and this could, quite possibly be the philosopher's stone right here) they ultimatley have to entertain.<br /><br /> That's the real trick though isn't it? What is entertaining? Foregoing the answer completely, (since I don't have it) Let's look at some indicators shall we? If you watch TV you may surmise that watching people humilate themselves on reality TV shows, look foolish, get stabbed in the back, lied to, tricked, berated, rejected, laughed at, and judged is entertning. (I realize that some of these examples may seem unfair, but I ask your indulgence). If you watch movies you may think that only subject matter that is depressing is worthy of accolade, that only stoners are funny, that the presence of black actors means race is invloved, that animation is for comedy or for kids, or that women only care about relationships and shoes. Music my lead you to believe that the only things worthy of song are sex, drugs, and, uh, sex. Books all have 7th grade reading levels and are generally about helping yourself and teen vampires. Don't even get me started about the impression comics conjure...<br /><br />Admittedly, these are narrow minded generalizations, but I can't help feeling, or more accurately "fearing", that the above cited forms are becoming more prevalent. I know not everything has to be a shining representation of it's medium, but neither does mediocraty have to reign. If I sometimes get irritated, well, that's why.<br /><br />I recently saw <em>The House Bunny, Tropic Thunder, </em>and <em>Wanted. </em>Both comedies struck me the same way, as somewhat missed opportunities. I adore Anna Faris, along with most of the rest of the cast of <em>The House Bunny,</em> it doesn't hurt that Anna is blisteringly hot in the movie, but I can't help but feel that something is just "off" from really funny. It's not the timing so much as it seems the film makers seem to be under the imppression that the premise alone is funny enough that they can softball the jokes. This may go double for <em>Tropic Thunder</em>, in the interest of full disclosure, I am not the biggest fan of half the cast of this movie, (Ben Stiller, Tom Cruise, Matthew McConaughey). Jack Black is plenty capable and RD jr is Freakin' stellar, but it feels a bit like the director, (Stiller again), is coasting along on the premise for laughs without earnest effort toward actual jokes. <em>Wanted</em>, now this could be the new action movie template. Based on a comic book designed specfically with movie property in mind, <em>Wanted</em> transcends the equation "comic+stars+$$$$$$=more $$$$$$$" and writes it's own formula with equal parts secret society-creative physics-mind warping action-deft camera work-sharp performances-clean execution. Sure, the narrative gets a bit muddy, and much belief is being suspended, but if you can buy the bullet bending, then your in for a slick actioner.<br /><br />The pic is indicative of how my drawing is going. I'm finding a bit more time to draw and a whole lot more pleasure in it. Challenging myself more, having more output, and, most importanly, having more fun doing it. Which should really be the point I guess...<br /><br />-DustDusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-22319706650544788092009-01-21T23:28:00.000-08:002009-01-22T01:06:37.037-08:00Criminal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji70vz6Pi4apLhY-zni6QKu9blOU0yuUaCEs302cs2IsuNFAC5-IbVxXg5X-lk-TcTq6QkvkfvUu1yWUDLz2Qi4ZHOAsCqu2JLszStztQEnCdqScWUL8zIMYmZoNdHgOofb5L9igfjn_ay/s1600-h/Fiona+Post.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294016797158881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji70vz6Pi4apLhY-zni6QKu9blOU0yuUaCEs302cs2IsuNFAC5-IbVxXg5X-lk-TcTq6QkvkfvUu1yWUDLz2Qi4ZHOAsCqu2JLszStztQEnCdqScWUL8zIMYmZoNdHgOofb5L9igfjn_ay/s320/Fiona+Post.png" border="0" /></a> I can only assure you that I am, indeed, drawing. That does not, however, excuse my lack of posts. THAT I can only attribute to an accute case of lame.<br /><br />New year/new president/economy bad... No need to address here what is swiftly becoming dead horse paste.<br /><br /><div></div><div>Most important is that the Chargers are out of the playoffs, thus my sundays are, once again, mine to control.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Movies: First and foremost, WTF is hollywood doing, seriously? Anyone? When is the last time an original property was commited to celluoid? Don't get me wrong, having movie versions of comics like <em>Iron Man, Hulk, Batman, Hellboy, Wanted... </em>dominating the cinematic landscape<strong> </strong>tickles me to no end, however... the sheer lack of original material is, well, let's break it down. Novels continue to be a staple of source material ( <em>Spiderwick, </em><em>Narnia, Choke</em>) , and video game adaptions continue to pop up ( <em>Max Payne, Dungeon Seige [shudder]</em>)<em>,</em> faring not so well critically/finacially, although I appreciate the effort. Leave us not forget the remakes ( <em>Day the Earth Stood Still, Get Smart, Speed Racer) </em>and sequels ( <em>Indiana Jone, Harold and Kumar, Quantum of Solice</em>)<em>.</em> For real, if you look through a list of synopsies (sp?) of this year's movies, I'd guess at least 80% start out with "Based on the... Adapted from the... Ripped off from..." Has it always been like this? I may not even mind if it resulted in some cool movies but it seems to, more often than not, result in a bunch of "meh". </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>What this does, is it fills me with a fearful dread toward the upcoming crop of movies this year and it shouldn't 'cause movies are a true love of mine. Sure, I'm confident in the new <em>Harry Potter and Watchmen</em> movies (Watchmeny goodness), but there are a plethora of other properties that scare the bugeesums outta me. <em>The Uninvited</em> chief among them as that is a remake of my favorite ghost story of all time <em>Tale of Two Sisters</em>, an exquisite blend of psycological terror, familial discord, mental illness, and loss that this remake has zero chance of doing even a modicum of justice. Lets see, we also have the <em>Chun Li</em> movie (yikes), <em>Avatar the Last Airbender </em>(all white actors playng all asian roles), <em>GI Joe</em> (um, really), <em>Friday the 13</em> (stop), another <em>Fast and Furious </em>(double stop), <em>Dragonball </em>(dear lord), <em>Wolverine</em> (ambiguously gay), <em>Star Trek </em>(maybe), <em>Terminator </em>(sorry, I really don't like Christian Bale), <em>Land of The lost </em>(god)... Well, you get the jist. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>My point, (I did have one didn't I?) is that it really feels like Hollywood is clutching at any and every property with a whif of possible built in fanbase, or "next big thing" quality... grasping desperately, pathetically. And it's what they're doing with them! For God sakes they're thinking of casting Keanu Reeves as Spike Spiegel in the <em>Cowboy Bebop </em>movie, Keanu F'ing Reeves!!! It's just a big bunch of FAIL!</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Rant finished. I saw some cool stuff, <em>Forbidden Kingdom </em>was waaaaaay better than I thought it was gonna be. Pretty, clever, exciting, not nearly as offensive as it could have been. <em>The Life Before Her Eyes</em> was one of the best movies I saw this year. Gorgeous, lyrical, poignant, skillfully acted/written/directed/crafted, an unmittigated crime that you've never heard of it. <em>The Substitute</em>, a danish scifi grim fairy tale illustating my point that averyone in the world has imagination except Hollywood. </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>In all honesty, I can't wait to see the next movie that reafirms my faith in the power movies, it really doesn't matter where it comes from, or who makes it, and they do keep coming, eventually, if not consistantly.</div><div></div><div>Oh yeah, picture is a sketch of Fiona Apple, absurdly talented girl.</div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-30828152313477379372008-10-08T23:33:00.000-07:002008-10-09T01:08:25.648-07:00A Time for Witches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDNN9fQzR4eb5RxGhBpKZ8G4jF7p-J2C4a6jbuPkMFaopLzNd9BTF4i8T0i3zchfE4DW12Dew_G19E_-INMe_3VJMTBIzeoY_QjYROGpW7TwdaierO5I3LrPipQjf0yg6iY4PGFrl24mn/s1600-h/Harlot+Post+2.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255041388567999122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDNN9fQzR4eb5RxGhBpKZ8G4jF7p-J2C4a6jbuPkMFaopLzNd9BTF4i8T0i3zchfE4DW12Dew_G19E_-INMe_3VJMTBIzeoY_QjYROGpW7TwdaierO5I3LrPipQjf0yg6iY4PGFrl24mn/s320/Harlot+Post+2.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I like Halloween for many warm and fuzzy reasons. Candy corn, Halloweentime at Disneyland, scary movies on tv, and chicks in tartish costumes chief among them. While I indulge my taste for horror fare year round, something about a good scare flick or freaky book or comic during October... I guess it just tastes better. </div><div>The lovely lady above is a harlot... Actually <em>the</em> Harlot, from the comic <em>Fall Of Cthulhu.</em> The Harlot resides in the Dreamlands, is privy to all of man's secrets, and likes to keep people in small boxes... for, like, ever... she has lots of them. Pretty much anyone who finds her in the Dreamlands is welcome to partake of either one of her boxes or one of her secrets, the latter will cost you... maybe a foot... maybe the memory of your dead wife? As far as H. P. Lovecraft inspired fare goes, <em>Fall Of Cthulhu</em> is not so bad. The art can be pretty mediocre in places, and the story does not maintain the gravity of its mythic characters at times, but there are many bright spots and interesting concepts. Actually, comics is being very generous to the Lovecraft fans, (In the interest of full disclosure, it should be known that my Lovecraft fan level could be accurately described as "rabid"). Boom studios has <em>Fall Of Cthulhu, Cthulhu Tales, </em>and<em> Necronomicon, </em>and Marvel Max has a Richard Corben(!) <em>Haunt Of Horror.</em></div><div>I digress, the Harlot picture features her in a Snow White inspired dress, kind of a gushing pose, with unfortunate fellow in a box and the ubiquitous tentacle in the background. I thought I was gonna post it yesterday but the skirt portion was bugging me, so I reworked it. My gf has expressed every intention of stealing it from me.</div><div>Movies, I have been somewhat unimpressed by this summer's offerings, Hollywood, please do better. Very little of my meager income has gone to dvds of movies released this year. Offhand, I can only cite <em>The Orphanage, Cloverfield, Iron Man </em>(the Target exclusive 2 disc with mark2 helmet case, Huzzah!), annnd... I think that might be it. Sigh.</div><div>Been watching <em>Terminator, The Sarah Conners Chronicles</em>... mixed bag really, but I really like Summer Glau as a terminator, and Lena Headey from <em>300</em>, so I will keep watching for now. New season of <em>Pushing Daisies</em> is on, do yourself a favor and watch it while you can, it genuinely qualifies as "too good to last".</div><div>Oh Geez, go to Hulu.com and watch <em>Dr Horrble's Sing-Along Blog</em>, it may change your life*.</div><div>I have every intention of posting more, really. And watching many horror movies this month. And eating too much candy corn.</div><div>*Life change directly proportional to level of Whedon/Fillion/NPH fandom you possess.</div><div> </div><div>-D</div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-76951285894357444922008-08-10T19:00:00.000-07:002008-08-10T19:37:30.076-07:00LAAAAAAME<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73elBnfTHJKgIM1cul1rFJIjB1IarAhW0KpfVlrxUpAB9FXuiYmEFYbPxVtae4NXj3AHb8IMaOlfp3j9GJ-_KNhGKGRb4wK1cYa2YMnsPVZTFk_vAaxbsvefM1jScMm82ytdtE8selfre/s1600-h/Diana+Rigg+post.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233083059714935410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj73elBnfTHJKgIM1cul1rFJIjB1IarAhW0KpfVlrxUpAB9FXuiYmEFYbPxVtae4NXj3AHb8IMaOlfp3j9GJ-_KNhGKGRb4wK1cYa2YMnsPVZTFk_vAaxbsvefM1jScMm82ytdtE8selfre/s320/Diana+Rigg+post.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Weak, lame, feeble. Lotsa stuff goin' on but nothing so involving that I couldn't taken 10 minutes out to update the blog. So, really, I'm just lame-acious, lame-ific, and weaksauce. Not gonna get too into it but... sick, art project (fell through, but still on backburner), hawaii vacation, sick (again, what'd I say about being weak?), San Diego comic con (which was freakin' awesome), and training for work. Did I mention "just plain lazy"? Anyhoo, here's a sorta quickie for the drawing board Diana Rigg thread. I didn't spend too much time on it as, if I overthink a project my OCD kicks in and it never gets done. So the new goal is to find the pleasure in drawing and not the pressure. That, by the way, is your deep thought for the week.</div><br /><div>Movies, saw many, but not enuff (I tend to say that alot). Standouts are <em>Iron Man<strong> </strong></em>(could that have been much better? a bit, but not much), <em>Penelope</em> (I know, it's a romcom, but its a <em>fantasy</em> romcom, and Christina Ricci owns that role), <em>Hellboy 2 </em>(the astonishing Guillermo Del Toro drunk on his own imagination to dizzying effect), and... well... see I haven"t seen alot a movies. <em>Hulk, Wanted, Indiana Jones, </em>that<em> Batman</em> movie I've heard something about. I really need to get on the ball, there needs to be more hours in the day. Did I mention my car got stolen? Much to my girlfriend's chagrin it came back. Still no excuse, I don't need my car to pick up a pad and pencil. Actually, I have been drawing, just nothing post worthy. I know, I know, I should post anything just so's I'm continuing to do it. Ya know, when you're right, you're right. I'm glad we've had this chat.</div><div>D-</div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-55314921826077902522008-03-06T23:51:00.000-08:002008-12-11T04:09:23.315-08:00Flasher girl, (pg 13)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonJkiFthtNFvmCtrny_H1ff_faICww-FOmheSxSQqZpnXxOC2hqi4glb15aly3EKDWm0r0W7Hsqvo2_eqiyXzAPk3ke9YHPsUqjQK2-vreJipiO8BiKniOAyfeVADnDg_uvLP_t_c2Rtz/s1600-h/Flasher+Girl+post2.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174904741791362818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonJkiFthtNFvmCtrny_H1ff_faICww-FOmheSxSQqZpnXxOC2hqi4glb15aly3EKDWm0r0W7Hsqvo2_eqiyXzAPk3ke9YHPsUqjQK2-vreJipiO8BiKniOAyfeVADnDg_uvLP_t_c2Rtz/s320/Flasher+Girl+post2.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>You know what sucks? Illness. Illness freakin' blows. I'd been successfully fending off the cornicopia of deseases galavanting through my workplace but, alas, 'twas all in vain. I finally succumbed. After a spirited and gallant battle, my immune system finally triumphed. To celebrate, I thought I'd draw a girl in her undies. This is actually for a thread over at the Drawing Board... flasher girls, how could I resist? Pencil on bristol, as usual until I get off my duffer and pony up for a Wacom tablet. The tricky part was that the piece was too big for my scanner. I had to scan her in 2 halves and put her together in photo, a learning experience for sure as I am a rank noob with alot of this stuff. I already see areas I'd fix, ( right hand more prominant, boobs too round, neck a bit long, no unifying shape to jacket...), but I also see a smattering of improvment, which is the point of this here blog, yah?</div><br /><div>While I was afflicted I mostly watched movies I'd already seen a few times<em>, ( Three Extremes 2, Pirates Dead Man's Chest, The Host...)</em> but I did catch <em>28 Weeks Later,</em> a very decent sequel that felt reminicent of the<em> 2nd Resident Evil</em> movie... except less comedic... and with less hot chicks. I also saw <em>30 Days Of Night</em>, not at all the worst comic to movie adaption I've seen. Visually yummy, bloody as all hell, the faithful-to-the-comic bits are... well... faithful. The embellishment bits actually work pretty well, some of it feels a tad thin on atmosphere/character, but thats really just nit-picky considering it's a vampire movie. Plus, a little girl vampire gets her head chopped off with an axe, can't beat that.</div><br /><div>If you haven't already,( and if you read comics at all...) you need to read <em>Kick Ass</em> by Mark Millar and the freakin' amazing John Romita Jr. It's about a kid who becomes a costumed superhero... what's the hook you say? Well if J.R.Jr. ain't enough, (though it probably should be,) it's the fact that our hero has no powers and no decernable aptitude for this vocation save the geek loving desire to be a superhero. Not to give too much away, but let's just say he's less on the "giving" end of these ass-kickings. It's the life that Romita Jr. breaths into this world and these characters that is the real draw, it's Romita Jr. that is actually doing the ass kicking.</div><br /><div>It's about that time I start looking to the summer movie season season with a hungry, eager eye for cinematic fare. Umm.. I'm a little worried there are only a couple I really wanna see, it makes me sad a little, like when I watch the end of <em>Lilo and Stitch</em>... what?</div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-51788039057791729392008-02-20T21:17:00.000-08:002008-02-20T21:20:40.120-08:00As tho' it never was...Please disregard the link in the previous post. It was to something Time/Warner would prefer you not see now. And yet that crappy <em>Speed Racer</em> trailer is all over the place, go figure.Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-84073493714401731832008-02-18T22:44:00.000-08:002008-12-11T04:09:23.481-08:00Y end the series?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56_7yn_EMmB0D_qrt-epmzIMsHQ1fjMzwlTjvU0zTxJtf_eKq5-mcDPW3b7aR1pBj0mrPB2RHUEvinUl0WP4Tgze1WiiO6VYjja-LzETyZics19tuQ2iteknBHPwew0O1s5fBblzDhXfy/s1600-h/355+post.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168578926642091730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56_7yn_EMmB0D_qrt-epmzIMsHQ1fjMzwlTjvU0zTxJtf_eKq5-mcDPW3b7aR1pBj0mrPB2RHUEvinUl0WP4Tgze1WiiO6VYjja-LzETyZics19tuQ2iteknBHPwew0O1s5fBblzDhXfy/s320/355+post.png" border="0" /></a> <div></div><br />Soooo, in addition to lagging on my posts, (such is the extent that I will gripe about my laziness as I know how tedious it is to read on other people's blog,) I have been very sloth-like in my comic book reading. Annnnd, there's this comic you may have heard of called <em>Y the Last Man.</em> Furthermore, you may have heard that said comic ended it's run recently at issue 60. I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, I'm bummed that one of my favorite books has ended. I'm all for finite runs being envisioned when crafting a story, and for going out on a high note rather than jumping the shark and overstaying your welcome. However, the selfish part of me is a little ticked that I won't be rapturously enjoying this freakin' awesome book, (all due platitudes to Vaughan/Guerra/Marzan/and company, yadda-yadda-clever-yadda-entertaining-yadda-thrilling-yadda-poignant-yadda). On the other hand, I'm happy to have read such a little slice of heaven, and, I'm happy to be back watching regular old tv and movies without <em>Y</em> ruining the curve by making all other movie and tv shows look like ass in comparison. Oh yeah, the above is, of course, agent 355 from said awesome comic, pencil on bristol. I may post later some of the "process" sketches for you amusement. Also, saw <em>I am Legend... </em>all that is being said about the dodgey special effects and Wil Smith's riveting performance is true. Saw the <em>Spiderwick</em> movie, very entertaining, very Brian Froud, in a good way. Saw <em>The Bourne Ultimatum</em>, more of the same, which is not a bad thing, (side note, still very hard to watch Matt Damon without expecting him to just repeatedly say "Maaattt Daamon"). Have you seen this? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNgpeTf-WaU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNgpeTf-WaU</a><br />F'ing sick. Oh, oh, did you happen to catch the new <em>Knight Rider </em>show? No? Then you just missed the 2 hour, television equivalent of being waterboarded.<br />Dust-Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-16290044410113915422008-01-25T18:02:00.000-08:002008-12-11T04:09:23.592-08:00Ok, not so easy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDV8mRAoXR4lejUkuwdvbt1pmQDxXgb40_hAMoKXnxZwRy5Ot5RJtJ9NvBu5PIqxVcgFYunNU4jlRMtaCXOl_qEikC89mK-w3Q80prNWeJ4eN30_SyypA7p19bHpI8CWoALlG1S4aHOK4V/s1600-h/Henrietta+post.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159600554063540642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDV8mRAoXR4lejUkuwdvbt1pmQDxXgb40_hAMoKXnxZwRy5Ot5RJtJ9NvBu5PIqxVcgFYunNU4jlRMtaCXOl_qEikC89mK-w3Q80prNWeJ4eN30_SyypA7p19bHpI8CWoALlG1S4aHOK4V/s320/Henrietta+post.png" border="0" /></a> No, seriously, I did think this was gonna be easier. My hats off to all those people who can post at least once a week, for real. And I have been drawing, just not anything post worthy. Gripe portion finished. This a sketch of the murder moppet Henrietta from the anime "Gunslinger Girl". Shades of Luc Besson's "The Professional", GG is about a quintet of pint size assassins employed by the innocuosly named Social Welfare Angency. Terminal, pre-adolescent girls are recruited, given cybernetic implants, and conditioned into efficient killing machines under the tutelage of a handler. Aside from a premise that is just plain awesome, GG sports some excellent visual style, amazing italian locals, well crafted music, and some genuinely interesting, sometimes poinant, interaction between each handler and his charge. Check it out if you haven't, also if you have not seen "The Professional", shame on you. Soooooooo, I saw the "Cloverfield" movie. Took me 2 full days to figure out that I liked it. Ambitious premise pays off to riveting effect, too bad the stars are so unlikable that I was wishing that they would somehow be doused with honey mustard sauce, fall on some cocktail toothpicks, and land on an hors devours tray. That coupled with excessive suspension of disbelief it took to concede that the party-camera-friend-guy was gonna run around during a horrifying unnatural disaster with a camera in constant POV and just happen to capture a cohesive narrative almost ruined it for me. In the end, while overshadowed by the ridiculous hype, the good outweighed the bad for me. Oh, and in an unrelated subject, Dentists are the devil.<br /><div></div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-16313371542093498302008-01-08T22:32:00.000-08:002008-12-11T04:09:23.703-08:00Easy Breezy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nGlhEfGOqKEFkWfhHvaxRUgDBIBtVZ_bcY2mTg18d3825kEGJY9tNGckBVi9hxVl5pmPawLQ0hYAXwcf0fmKwhDDr7VdVn0eruuWzkdsVxNHfc-1fhqBHNfW70VuNGl0UDZsXt3WnlRA/s1600-h/powergirl+post.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153370437172130754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nGlhEfGOqKEFkWfhHvaxRUgDBIBtVZ_bcY2mTg18d3825kEGJY9tNGckBVi9hxVl5pmPawLQ0hYAXwcf0fmKwhDDr7VdVn0eruuWzkdsVxNHfc-1fhqBHNfW70VuNGl0UDZsXt3WnlRA/s320/powergirl+post.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It's funny, this weekend I set aside time specifically to draw, no easy task with my football team in the playoffs (Chargers), a dirty apartment staring me in the face, some Saturday family duties with the girlfiend, and a refridgerator that can only be described as lacking. The drawing did, however, occur. I even had a subject, I laid it out, roughed in the specifics, but it just wasn't happening. I pushed through, sketching and resketching, using different angles and expressions, but I came to the conclusion that it was a no go. The subject, if you're curious, was a scene from the new movie "The Orphanage" (El Orfanato). If you're a fan of horror movies, foriegn films, or have any taste at all, you'll treat yourself to this gem. Anyhoo, Monday night I changed subjects, the results you see here, it came off pretty easy, I had fun doin' it, I learned a bit from it, and I see where I can improve, which, I guess, is the point of this little venture. Hopefully, I'll revisit the orphanage picture, if so I'll certainly post it here.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>You'll notice I get a bit spikey when I talk about movies (or anime). Thats because I am a "movie whore". I love movies, old ones, foriegn ones, indie ones, blockbuster ones, cheesy ones, scary ones, funny ones... You get the idea. I figure this blog may be a bit uninteresting if is filled with my artistic musings, or the ponderously dull events of my life, so every once in a while I may squeeze in some movie related morsel. Dine at your leasure. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Just to get back to the picture, it is of course Power Girl. I don't actually read the comic, nor am I particularly familiar with her, I just thought she was an interesting subjuct. Not simply because she has big boobies. Just good 'ol pencil on sketch pad, thus the janky quality of the scan. Enjoy, hope to post again soon. Go see "The Orphanage". </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>-D</div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-61580273349482024392007-12-30T02:17:00.001-08:002008-12-11T04:09:23.909-08:00Now we're cookin'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRldpXjfY2oWQxOMrSNl2p3i2x26jYZz5YqHI5m5PQZhdE8y6RMP2JyYlua72qwQMhpVbN2Kc5ppl6akx1hdx1dJ79f9RlRfZK43JCXZL7LHLa8OASigy-tsUySezeN7mRm3ClPxbcuaoO/s1600-h/face+sketch+1a.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149708208753144706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRldpXjfY2oWQxOMrSNl2p3i2x26jYZz5YqHI5m5PQZhdE8y6RMP2JyYlua72qwQMhpVbN2Kc5ppl6akx1hdx1dJ79f9RlRfZK43JCXZL7LHLa8OASigy-tsUySezeN7mRm3ClPxbcuaoO/s320/face+sketch+1a.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Why am I still up, it's 2:18am for cryin' out loud. The dopey thing is that this started as an attempt for me to post on the Drawing Board. You can't post images directly from your computer, now here I am with my own little blog! Umm... this is a sketch from a photo I found on <a href="http://ffffound.com/">http://ffffound.com/</a> , have a look if you've never seen it. The freckles and the eyes are what drew me to the picture, was a fun draw, went pretty quick. I hope I can get some more stuff up soon...</div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-79412365558531995802007-12-30T02:11:00.001-08:002008-12-11T04:09:24.063-08:00One more<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtb9gR1DKixS0pfZWIuTlEjYmGtR2SvRKNCo56kKXkMyh6ptkIqUrrKzkXoGXooOIO1xJrV2I3Q0d4jZu6OAeGdxNAKOdVH-sPkjUYqU2fN_Rx3TK6mWAmT2xP8qNX5-_PRVIEBKz9P9P/s1600-h/face+sketch+2.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149706701219623794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtb9gR1DKixS0pfZWIuTlEjYmGtR2SvRKNCo56kKXkMyh6ptkIqUrrKzkXoGXooOIO1xJrV2I3Q0d4jZu6OAeGdxNAKOdVH-sPkjUYqU2fN_Rx3TK6mWAmT2xP8qNX5-_PRVIEBKz9P9P/s400/face+sketch+2.png" border="0" /></a> This is a picture done as a random practice headshot. The hairstyle is a la Motoko Kusanagi from "Ghost in the Shell". If you don't know who she is, or have never heard of GITS, you have only yourself to blame.<br /><div></div>Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6994358945439059002.post-51341511720195473722007-12-30T01:59:00.001-08:002008-12-11T04:09:24.198-08:00In the beginning...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidi_MvS3jIjyEZpvvjcoortcd_FTNfytWyXfZ0P5Gzz9TT0y4oBCnDLnDhm44UfJ5MIWa25El8GkfsGvF6RRaxw2TCUfbhMFmbL6huSNdMHKderp6HPTJfTO5VFEQrEHV2uxl7ZX5RFdw9/s1600-h/Tropic+girl+post.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149703973915390818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidi_MvS3jIjyEZpvvjcoortcd_FTNfytWyXfZ0P5Gzz9TT0y4oBCnDLnDhm44UfJ5MIWa25El8GkfsGvF6RRaxw2TCUfbhMFmbL6huSNdMHKderp6HPTJfTO5VFEQrEHV2uxl7ZX5RFdw9/s320/Tropic+girl+post.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Great googily moogily, they'll let anyone have a blog these days. Uh hi, I have no idea who'll be reading this. I'm really just doing this right now in an attempt to force myself to draw more. If you're here by mistake... uh.. how did you end up here? If you're here on purpose then... uh ...what are you doing here? Anyhoo, hope this is somehow entertaining, we'll start with a drawing of a topless girl, pencil on bristol, enjoy...Dusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01488265707206072118noreply@blogger.com0