Archive for January 2009

Marvel-ous

As someone who grew up with the TV movie versions of Spider Man, the Hulk, even Batman *KA-POW*, I have to wax poetic on just where the reboots of these beloved heroes are headed.  I mean, back in the 80’s it was almost GUARARNTEED that any move that came out with a superhero in it was going to suck.  There was a brief flash of light when Tim Burton’s delightfully psychotic Batman came out, but then we relapsed into movies that only die-hard comic book fans could love (and sometimes not even they could stomach the tripe being shoveled into the theatres).

But NOW.  Hehehe.  Now something has changed.  We have Superman Returns, an all new Batman, The Hulk (the new one, with Norton), Iron Man (talk about a role Downey was BORN to play!).  Gone are the spandex-suits, the over-steroided actors (sorry guys, I know you had to go that route to make the spandex work), the line-by-line recreations of the origin stories.  In many cases they are staying true to the spirit of the original while allowing the IP to evolve and mature. They aren’t all perfect, but I will buy every single one just to make sure Marvel, DC and all those Hollywood guys keep pushing the content forward.

Conversational death….

I was never a scintillating conversationalist.  For one thing, I am the sort of geek who would actually find a way to use “scintillating” in a conversation.  I write like I speak, so if you are having trouble slogging through my prose here, I suspect talking to me in person would be equally trying.

I have found recently that my conversational skills have declined even further.  I was at a company party over the weekend with a woman who is a friend of mine and a wicked-ass writer (published writer, not the sort who hangs out in coffee shops and b***hes about noone understanding).  I kept running out of things to say.  It was driving me crazy.  It’s not like we have *nothing* in common, we both have kids, are both career women in our respective fields, both have Alpha Male company spouses.  I just couldn’t think of *anything* that would keep the conversation going.  The absence of kareoke was probably a contributing factor as well.  I can see I’m going to have to get out and start talking to people again or risk becoming that quiet girl who sits by the wall at the school dance…