Author: Ryan

  • Early Contender for “Least Surprising Revelation of 2007”

    In an interview at Newsarama, cover artist Greg Horn reveals one of the secrets of his success:

    There is no set model for Ms. Marvel, but for other characters like Emma Frost, I had a model pose for me in a string bikini.

    Mind you, Horn is actually a pretty decent artist when he stays away from the gratuitous cheesecake: Some of his Emma Frost covers were nice once he stopped drawing porn stars, and his Elektra work was nice when Elektra wasn’t threatening to kill the reader by smothering them in her breasts, ass, or crotch.

    There’s little question about what pays the rent, though.

  • Is there anybody out there? Other than the giant green whale-monster?

    I hear it’s National Delurking Week. I’m not entirely sure what nation it’s for, but let’s assume, for the moment, it’s the Internet Nation. (Not to worry: There will be no occasions upon which I will attempt to use that phrase seriously.)

    So if you’re reading this semi-regularly (and I know a few people do), post in the comments section or something. Reciprocate my blog-love for you all.

    To stimulate and encourage discussion, I offer this stimulating and exciting Challengers of the Unknown cover:

  • Best Albums of 2006

    There were no real great albums in 2006. There were plenty of albums that had a few great songs and a few okay ones, but nothing that kept me hypnotized from start to finish. So this is a fairly difficult Top Five list – ask me again next week and it could all change. The best actual album I bought this year was probably Wire’s Chairs Missing, which was originally released in 1978; even though it was reissued this year, I shan’t count it.

    Knives Don’t Have Your Back – Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton: I’ve hard most of these songs at Haines’ solo gigs over the past couple years, but they’re still excellent here. Very simple, slow, and often gloomy piano pieces elevated into hypnotic beauty by Haines’ restrained but emotional vocals. “Crowd Surf Off a Cliff” is the sort of song to put on repeat while laying in the dark, and “The Maid Needs a Maid” and “Reading in Bed” feel like heartfelt personal diaries. Haines brings her sharp lyrics over from Metric; while this is certainly a well-defined solo effort, it’s also clear that Haines is the star of any stage she’s on, whether she’s joined by a rock band or a solitary piano.

    The Crane Wife – The Decemberists: I don’t love the whole album, but there are enough songs on here with catchy tunes and genuine emotion to make the list. The three-part title track, an adaptation of a Japanese myth, is lovely, and the civil war duet of Yankee Bayonet is nice and sweet. Closer “Sons & Daughters” is ridiculously catchy. I’ve stayed away from the Decemberists for a while, as they’ve always seemed like a stereotypically indie band that people adore for being lo-fi. But hey, they really are pretty darn good.

    You Can’t Break the Strings in Our Olympic Hearts – The Diableros: Back in the Spring, my girlfriend wanted to go and see Camera Obscura play at the Horseshoe. I was fairly indifferent – I like the band, but I just can’t help the feeling that they were all kicked out of Belle & Sebastian for being sissies. Suffice it to say that I cared even less about seeing the opening band, who, judging by the name, was some kind of Mexican pop band. It turned out the Diableros were not a Mexican pop band after all; after a few shaky songs, they revealed themselves to be a fun, shoegazey rock band with a great, dynamic rhythm. I picked up their debut album and was even more impressed: Olympic Hearts isn’t a perfect album, but it’s a consistently fun and well-executed one. Moral of the Story: Always watch the opening act.

    Samme Stof Som Stof – Under Byen: A couple months ago, there was an ad and a brief interview about the Danish band, both of which drawing general comparisons to Sigur Ros and a generally Scandanavian aesthetic of dark, depressing, haunting music. Naturally, this was quite enough for me, and I went out to pick up the album a day or two later. There are bits of Sigur Ros here, singer Henriette Sennenvaldt sounds a bit like Bjork at times, and it’s a dark, brooding album. It’s also quite a good one, mixing in louder, harsher tracks like opener “Pilot” and “Film Og Omvendt” with lighter, delicate pieces. Guitars are fairly limited, usually forming a backdrop for synths, strings, piano, and Sennenvaldt’s vocals. It’ll certainly remind you of other albums, but it manages to maintain its own identity. It’d be nice if I could understand any of the lyrics, but they certainly sound cool.

    Gang of Losers – The Dears: I have to admit – this was something of a disappointment. I’d heard a few of the songs at some of the band’s incredible live shows, and they didn’t quite measure up on CD. Gang of Losers feels consciously restrained after the grandiosity of No Cities Left, and I’m not sure the change is for the best: The Dears are best when dealing in great big emotion. Still, plenty of discs would look weak when compared to the band’s exceptional shows, so perhaps I shouldn’t hold that against the album. The title track is still wonderful, Ticket to Immortality is surprisingly raw and sentimental for Murray Lightburn, and Death or Life We Want You is a great rocker. A few songs have to grow on you, like the excellent I Fell Deep, but there’s not a bad track on the disc. Even if there’s disappointingly few great ones, it’s still a very good CD.

  • You say you want some allocation

    Newsarama posted an open letter from ComicsPRO, an association of comic book stores, to distribution-monopolist Diamond following the massive shortage of books to West Coast stores last week, including the super-duper-hot Civil War. It offers several good solutions to prevent problems like this in the future: It only seems fair to suspend all shipments, at least to the affected area, instead of rationing books in such severe amounts.

    The only real mistake is making this an open, public letter. Store owners certainly have a problem, but it’s a problem with their distributor. What they’re doing now, quite publicly, is involving their customers: Instead of a relatively small number of customers who won’t be getting their books, ComicsPRO would rather no one got their books. That’s a perfectly sensible solution from their business sense, but it’s a pretty lousy one for fans who aren’t affected by the original problem. While the lukewarm reactions to the letter generally support the retailers, they’re also fairly united in wanting their books as soon as they can get them.

    ComicsPRO seems to be making a mistake in assuming retailer concerns are automatically customer concerns, and that’s not always the case. As a fan, and more importantly as a consumer, I’m going to buy what I want when I want; if a store can’t provide it, I’ll go elsewhere, whether that means going to another store or online. I don’t pre-order books, but I’m not sure even that would prevent me from going elsewhere; if I’ve got an arrangement to buy a book from a retailer that cannot provide the book that I really, really, want, I’m going elsewhere.

    Diamond seems to be a pretty fucked up organization and it’s almost certainly an unhealthy influence on the industry, but it’s not really my problem as a consumer. Retailers are right to demand action on lousy business practices, but this issue in particular would be better dealt with in private: They could reach an agreement with Diamond to hold back the books like they want, but file it all under vague “shipping delays.”

    Diamond’s shipping problems have resulted in enough annoyed consumers without dragging the other half of the continent into the problem.

  • Someone make this happen

    What the world really needs now is Grant Morrison and Darwyn Cooke on All-Star Challengers of the Unknown.

    Just try and tell me that wouldn’t be awesome.

    (inspired by recent purchase Absolute New Frontier and Showcase Presents: Challengers of the Unknown. And Morrison being a crazy person, naturally.)

  • Meet Me at the Cemetery Gates

    Some photos I took at Mount Pleasant Cemetery about a month ago. Mount Pleasant is a massive, gorgeous cemetery with plenty of old tombstones and massive family tombs – if you’re the sort to take an interest in crypts and stone carvings, it’s definitely worth exploring.

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    More of the set over at flickr.

    Yes. I enjoy taking photos of tombstones and dead trees. No, there’s really nothing wrong with me. Nothing serious, anyway.

  • Best Films of 2006

    The problem with “Best of the Year” lists is that they’re inevitably made at the end of the year, so it’s entirely possible I forgot something awesome that came out in February. Of course, I did include something I saw at the Film Festival back in 2005, so I’ll say this: If I’ve already forgotten about it, it probably wasn’t that great. These aren’t in strict, concrete order of preference, but something vaguely close to it that could change but probably won’t.

    Pan’s Labyrinth: Guillermo Del Toro’s grim fantasy set during the Spanish Civil War offered beautiful visuals, a wonderful performance from 12 year-old Ivana Baquero, a brutal and horrifying (in the best possible way) villain by Sergi Lopez, two applause-inducing scenes capped off by the lovely Maribel Verdu, and a dark and elegant story of childhood innocence set against brutality and cruelty. Del Toro has always been a pretty good director with a flair for the macabre (particularly well demonstrated in Devil’s Backbone, as opposed to his still entertaining Hollywood work), but Pan’s Labyrinth ushers him into the ranks of Gilliam, Burton, and Jeunet. A beautiful and terrifying film.

    The Fountain: It’s not perfect, but at the worst it’s one of the most striking and beautiful failures to come along in some time. Darren Aronofsky may have set his sights too high – his original vision, before star dropouts and subsequent budget cutbacks, was much longer and more grandiose – but still produced a film that stayed with me for several days. It gets a bit esoteric towards the end, and Hugh Jackman isn’t quite versatile enough to pull off the part, but Aronofsky compensates with beautiful visuals, the nearly divine Rachel Weisz, and a heartbreakingly lovely score by Clint Mansell (which I ran out to purchase the day after watching the film). I’d rather watch an ambitious failure than a placid success, and The Fountain isn’t anywhere near a failure.

    Babel: Alejandro Inarritu’s latest mix of multiple narratives is even stronger than 21 Grams, and benefits from less monkeying around with non-linear editing. Bradd Pitt and Cate Blanchett ate up most of the advertising material, and they are very good – Blanchett is the rare actress who can be captivating even though she spends most of the film bleeding, moaning, or just unconscious, while Pitt gives a powerful and restrained performance. But the real star, and perhaps the main reason for the film making my list, is Japanese actress Rinko Kikuchi, who turns in a stunning performance as a deaf and mute schoolgirl starved for affection. Kikuchi gets relatively little dialogue, but imparts powerful emotion to her role. In a film that is, to a large extent, about communication, it’s striking to see how Inarritu has constructed a film that relies on relatively little dialogue: The acting and storytelling get all but the most complicated plot points across. There are scenes that are riveting, like the midnight car chase or Tokyo club sequence, and others that will linger in your brain, like the closing shot of Chieko on her balcony. Like The Fountain, it has its flaws, but they are far and away outdone by its strong points.

    Stranger Than Fiction: I already wrote a full review of this, so I’ll just summarize here: A funny, dopey, and sweet performance by Will Ferrell, manic eccentricity courtesy of Emma Thompson and Dustin Hoffman, and Maggie Gyllenhall being flat-out adorable is enough to make for a pretty good film. Combined with a sharp, smart, but still accessible and emotional script, it makes for a great one. It’s smart, funny, and genuinely moving: Even setting aside the meta-fictional tendencies, it’s a great story about changing your life, reaching out to others, and making sacrifices. The fact that it’s similar to Charlie Kaufman’s work without feeling like a ripoff sets it apart even more.

    Lady Vengeance: It’s hard to categorize this as a 2006 film, since I saw it at the Toronto Film Festival in 2005 (and wrote a review of it then), but 2006 was the year of its domestic release, so here it is. A far more restrained and elegant film than Chan-Wook Park’s earlier films, Lady Vengeance is, naturally, about vengeance and the consequences it has on the people who exact it and those who receive it. Everything seems more refined than the visceral (yet still intensely effective) Oldboy, from the subtle black humour to a plot that involves more planning than punching to the elegant lead performance by Yeong-ae Lee. It’s probably not what fans were expecting after Oldboy and Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, but it may be superior.

    Honorable Mention: The Descent isn’t a great film, but it is an incredibly scary one that will have you on edge long before the monsters show up. Volver is hamstrung by some hammy plot twists, but buoyed by wonderful performances. I liked Superman Returns, but it has too many flaws – like a lousy Lois Lane – to compensate for the wonder and awe it brought to the character.

  • I’ll have you know I own TWO nice pairs of pants

    Never before has a webcomic so accurately expressed my thoughts on the aging process and the application of the Real World and maturity on my life.

    Go and read today’s Dinosaur Comic. It’s funny because it’s true.

  • Also Weird

    It’s January 4th and the temperature is 10° celsius. There’s a forecasted high of 13° for Saturday.

    That’s pretty fucked up.

  • A New Year Full of Portent

    Let me tell you about Tuesday, January 2, 2007.

    I woke up some time around 6am to the lovely sounds of my cat, Wesley, vomiting. 6am is way too early to get up, so I tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t tell where Wesley had puked – it was close enough that it could have been on the bed, a trick he’s performed before (though thankfully not when I was in it). So for the next hour, I tried to sleep, dreadfully afraid to roll over in case I ended up sleeping in a hairball. (thankfully, it ended up being on the floor. I even managed to avoid stepping in it)

    Later, while riding the subway home, I saw two midgets. One got on the train and got off one station later, and then another got on a few stops later and also rode just one station south. And here’s the weird thing: They stood in exactly the same spot on the train.

    When I got off the subway downtown, the moon was out: It was full, of course.

    I’m not prone to superstition and refrains of “good luck” or “bad luck,” but this is entirely too much to be coincidence. To quote a very nice bit of narration from one of my favourite films:

    There are stories of coincidence and chance, and intersections and strange things told, and which is which and who only knows? And we generally say, “Well, if that was in a movie, I wouldn’t believe it.” Someone’s so-and-so met someone else’s so-and-so and so on. And it is in the humble opinion of this narrator that strange things happen all the time.

    I don’t know what this means at all. But either 2007 is going to be a very good year, or I’m going to be dead by February.