Pretty Deadly is a supernatural western comic by Emma Rios, Kelly Sue Deconnick, Jordie Bellaire, and Clayton Cowles. Two issues have been released so far by Image Comics.
Blade of the Immortal is a samurai comic by Hiroaki Samura. It is published by Dark Horse.
The above two…
This post, in addition to being stupidly awesome (Pretty Deadly is the best, you guys!), highlights a form of sexism I think is often overlooked because it is necessarily gross - male unwillingness to “spoil the purity” of the female form, even when it makes sense within the context of the narrative.
It’s not just blood and guts that women are denied. How many movies can you think of where a woman who isn’t pregnant vomits? If you can think of one, did they show it, or did she just make retching sounds into a toilet? Because vomiting is not exclusive to men, I assure you.
What about masturbation? Plenty of raunchy comedies have set up elaborate setpiece gags around male masturbation going horribly wrong. It’s gross, but it’s written off as “boys being boys.” Well, women happen to have hands and sexual fantasies too, so where are all the wacky gags about bean-polishing and the hilarious consequences thereof?
I’m not trying to be gross. I know talking about this provokes nervous laughter, but I’m not trying to be funny either. This is serious. We shouldn’t be pretending women don’t ever use the bathroom, have diarrhea, bleed, what-have-you. You know what doesn’t do any of those things? An object. Say it’s about veneration and purity all you like, you’re still talking about fifty-one percent of the population like a damn Persian rug. And that’s wrong.
Yes, it’s Film Friday on a Saturday again. I should probably change the name to, like, “Film Day” at this point, but it doesn’t have the same ring to it.
I’m a big fan of Terry Gilliam in general, because even his failures are ten times more interesting than most successes, and his successes are rabbit holes you can get lost in for days. But let’s be honest: he’s never made a better film than Brazil. It’s one of my favorite movies, one of the best SF movies ever made, and one of the essential texts of modern cinema. That last is a bold claim, until you realize that it’s influenced films as disparate as Being John Malkovich and WALL-E.
Yeah, WALL-E. Don’t believe me? Watch the trailer above, then watch the WALL-E trailer.
See? Same music. The late Michael Kamen composed that track for Brazil. It appears at the beginning of the movie, more or less, in a shot that plays like the beginning of a Hollywood musical number and never actually becomes one.
What is the movie about? Well, the trailer above does a fairly good job of summarizing the broad plot, though it shows off a bit too much for my tastes. But I’m not so much a “plot guy.” I prefer to talk about themes.
In a thematic sense, what Brazil is about is the horror of bureaucracy. But what differentiates it from more simplistic dystopian narratives is that there is no mastermind pulling the strings. Everybody in the movie is caught up in the same dehumanizing system, and some of them play their parts better than others. The system perpetuates itself through faith in the power of the system, even though the system doesn’t work. And when the system doesn’t work, that only strengthens faith in the system.
I normally shy away from posting brand-new or popular music here, because if it’s any good, everyone who’s anyone has already posted it.
I am making an exception for this song, however. Because it’s really, really, really effing good, and because it exists in another dimension from everything else on the radio. The whole album is pretty awesome, if you like this.
In re Film Friday: It might be back this week. It depends on how much time I spend hiding from relatives in my room and/or procrastinating on my fanfic writing.
So I’ll probably be blogging an insane amount, yeah.
I have a song picked out and everything, but I finished a post last night and then forgot to hit post and then my iPad refreshed and it went away and I have been up literally all night and it is now almost eleven o’clock and I have an appointment in an hour and my cat is attacking my hand and I hate everything and I wish the sun would go away now thank you.
Film Friday will return this week. Completely slipped my mind last week. Sorry.
Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.
Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.
Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”
Ms. Wake … had mixed feelings about previous cinematic efforts to portray her wartime exploits … “It was well-acted but in parts it was extremely stupid,” she said. “At one stage they had me cooking eggs and bacon to feed the men. For goodness’ sake, did the Allies parachute me into France to fry eggs and bacon for the men? There wasn’t an egg to be had for love nor money. Even if there had been why would I be frying it? I had men to do that sort of thing.”
The world is rated R, and no one is checking IDs. Do not try to make it G by imagining the shadows away. Do not try to hide your children from the world forever, but do not try to pretend there is no danger. Train them. Give them sharp eyes and bellies full of laughter. Make them dangerous… and when they’ve grown, they will pollute the shadows.
It’s worth noting that Super Mario 3D World is the game I’m anticipating more than any other this year. Super Mario 3D Land was perhaps the best Mario game of the last decade (and yes, I’m counting the Galaxies), and 3D World appears to marry the scope and grandeur and relentless invention of the Galaxy titles with 3D Land's unimpeachable platforming mechanics and lack of handholding.
My name is Wright S. Johnson, a.k.a. Ffordesoon, and you have clearly reached this Tumblr by mistake.
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I like: things that are good, from My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic to Mad Men to The Mighty Boosh, from Psychonauts to Persona to Planescape: Torment, from Bolaño to Bradbury to Burroughs, from Conan Doyle to Conan O'Brien to Conan The Barbarian, from Welles to Whedon to Waters, from Kirby to Koike to Kurtzman.
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