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Things that have happened over the past two weeks
1) Montreal Comiccon. That was before-last weekend. I'd managed to muddle my dates despite looking forward to the thing and didn't make it to the Palais until Saturday afternoon, so no, couldn't find the middle volume of the Deadpool and Cable omnibus. On the other hand, totally discovered there is a reboot of Red Sonja and it doesn't suck! ...There is a story behind this; it's the story called "my dad is the kind of person who, upon discovering in 1988 that his 7-year-old liked Garfield, got her a bunch of horror comic anthologies, Red Sonja, and indie shiz from a bargain bin, because they had classical draftsmanship which is clearly what matters." So I learnt about Frankenstein, Jack the Ripper in a story written from Jack's own perspective, and about how a lady in a metal bikini could have casually affectionate sex with 70s-stylin' barbarian dudes (you imagine the facial hair) but remain the protagonist of her own story AND hang out with unicorns because that virgin rule is pretty dubious in the light of her factual awesomeness. The reboot is extremely conscious of how awful the Conan society is to women at all times, a la Berserk, which is really the only way you can go with that stuff now.
Bought a bunch of other stuff which I won't go through. Maybe I'll start reviewing old comics on Tumblr. XD The one that surprised me thus far is how much I enjoyed "Secret Invasion" even though I honestly couldn't tell at some points if it was intentionally comedic or not. Also it wigs me out that the comics keep caning this Dunnett technique of making Tony Stark do unlikeable things in order to justify fetishistically submitting him to emotional torture. Only, yanno, not as well executed as Dunnett (i.e. if that sounded like fun reading I can assure you it is not XD;).
Other than shopping I sat in on Star Trek celebrity panels. I wanted to live tweet but Twitter was locally down because of everyone else doing the same. The thing that nobody ever explained is that listening to William Shatner and Patrick Stewart shoot the breeze and take questions live is a sonically beautiful experience. Also, Shatner does better with a tsukkomi to play off of. Supposedly on the Friday evening they went for a caleche ride in the Old Port with their SOs... I could transcribe more salient points but I'd be here all night.
2) Karaoke. On the Saturday night I went to karaoke with my sister and a friend for five hours straight. I continue unable to sing in a language I don't read, which eliminates all the K-pop. Puzzlingly, I remember the rap in "American Boy" far better than the sung tune.
3) Pop Montreal. stayed in and slept on Wednesday. Elite Gymnastics and Grimes on Thursday (dancing on the balcony in Club Soda). David Byrne and St. Vincent on Friday (dancing on a pew in St. Jean Baptiste church), followed by Bertrand Burgalat (dancing on the stage at Cabaret du Mile End). Blew budget at Pop record fair and flea market on Saturday. Then Woodpigeon and Patrick Wolf on Sunday (sedate and sit-down at L'Astral). More comprehensive reviews on Tumblr at some point, most likely.
4) Books and movies. Reading The Constant Gardener, which is OK except for how awful the (dead) female lead is, and any time Le Carre pretends the setting is this century. Watched the film version of Less Than Zero, after sororial unit bugged me to do so. It's a memorable movie with some obvious strengths and flaws: gorgeous decade-capsule soundtrack and visuals, directorial flair (the guy did this and Another Country and basically nothing else - but I bet Winding-Refn took notes), terrible acting from the leads, completely rewritten story such that instead of the horrors of anomie and disconnection you get a straight-up Nancy Reagan anti-coke PSA, upon which Robert Downey Jr. transcends the PSA-ness with an unnervingly believable portrayal of crack addiction, turning the movie (passivity being anathema to Hollywood character arcs) into a hardcore intense exercise in Taking Care of his character. Like, "I have specifically requested this kink in a fanfic meme" intense. Also, 3P relationship. It was basically the opposite of the book. You get to the end and are like hmm RDJ pls never do drugs again ever ever ok thx. But on the whole I feel like a movie in which the young RDJ literally spirals down into crackwhoredom should be a more prominent fandom text.
Bought a bunch of other stuff which I won't go through. Maybe I'll start reviewing old comics on Tumblr. XD The one that surprised me thus far is how much I enjoyed "Secret Invasion" even though I honestly couldn't tell at some points if it was intentionally comedic or not. Also it wigs me out that the comics keep caning this Dunnett technique of making Tony Stark do unlikeable things in order to justify fetishistically submitting him to emotional torture. Only, yanno, not as well executed as Dunnett (i.e. if that sounded like fun reading I can assure you it is not XD;).
Other than shopping I sat in on Star Trek celebrity panels. I wanted to live tweet but Twitter was locally down because of everyone else doing the same. The thing that nobody ever explained is that listening to William Shatner and Patrick Stewart shoot the breeze and take questions live is a sonically beautiful experience. Also, Shatner does better with a tsukkomi to play off of. Supposedly on the Friday evening they went for a caleche ride in the Old Port with their SOs... I could transcribe more salient points but I'd be here all night.
2) Karaoke. On the Saturday night I went to karaoke with my sister and a friend for five hours straight. I continue unable to sing in a language I don't read, which eliminates all the K-pop. Puzzlingly, I remember the rap in "American Boy" far better than the sung tune.
3) Pop Montreal. stayed in and slept on Wednesday. Elite Gymnastics and Grimes on Thursday (dancing on the balcony in Club Soda). David Byrne and St. Vincent on Friday (dancing on a pew in St. Jean Baptiste church), followed by Bertrand Burgalat (dancing on the stage at Cabaret du Mile End). Blew budget at Pop record fair and flea market on Saturday. Then Woodpigeon and Patrick Wolf on Sunday (sedate and sit-down at L'Astral). More comprehensive reviews on Tumblr at some point, most likely.
4) Books and movies. Reading The Constant Gardener, which is OK except for how awful the (dead) female lead is, and any time Le Carre pretends the setting is this century. Watched the film version of Less Than Zero, after sororial unit bugged me to do so. It's a memorable movie with some obvious strengths and flaws: gorgeous decade-capsule soundtrack and visuals, directorial flair (the guy did this and Another Country and basically nothing else - but I bet Winding-Refn took notes), terrible acting from the leads, completely rewritten story such that instead of the horrors of anomie and disconnection you get a straight-up Nancy Reagan anti-coke PSA, upon which Robert Downey Jr. transcends the PSA-ness with an unnervingly believable portrayal of crack addiction, turning the movie (passivity being anathema to Hollywood character arcs) into a hardcore intense exercise in Taking Care of his character. Like, "I have specifically requested this kink in a fanfic meme" intense. Also, 3P relationship. It was basically the opposite of the book. You get to the end and are like hmm RDJ pls never do drugs again ever ever ok thx. But on the whole I feel like a movie in which the young RDJ literally spirals down into crackwhoredom should be a more prominent fandom text.
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rolling, i'm shocked fandom has not jumped on this.
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