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The Vertigo Deluge

The Vertigo Deluge

DC Comics’ Vertigo imprint announced a few new projects at their “Looking Over the Edge” panel in San Diego last week.

First up: next month’s Un-Men, the old Swamp Thing foes and stars of the American Freaks mini-series. The monthly book, written by John Whalen and pencils by Mike Hawthorne, revolves around how the Un-Men are now running a tourist attraction at the nuclear test site reservation that was established at the end of the 1994 mini-series.

Bill Willingham and Matthew Sturges will be bringing a monthly House of Mystery revival. It will not be a traditional anthology, but will have ongoing story arcs and one-shot stories within. The series kicks off with Cain arriving home from a visit to Abel and finding the house has been stolen and turned into a pub where patrons have to tell the story to pay their tab, a gambit reminiscent of the Sandman story that featured Cain and Abel. We’ll take this chance to again say the “place has been turned into a bar and tell a story” format sounds awfully familiar, particularly to GrimJack fans.

Out this spring will be a monthly Madame Xanadu title penned by Matt Wagner with art by Amy Hadly. The series will explore her relationship with The Phantom Stranger, revealing why it is they dislike each other so much and how she got the name “Xanadu.”

In October, UK teevee writer Si Spencer (Torchwood) offers up a slice of British sub-culture in the crime-noir Vinyl Underground about a group of four occult detectives in London.

In November Vertigo celebrates the 20th anniversary of the monthly Hellblazer title with Hellblazer: Pandemonium graphic novel. (The cover date of Hellblazer #1 was January 1988) Jamie Delano’s story takes John to Iraq and is a commentary on the current political situation.

November will also see the release of the graphic novel Cairo. A story structured like 1001 Arabian Nights about a genie trapped in a hookah features various occult characters form the Vertigo universe which will all be pulled into one story. Also out: Absolute Sandman Volume Two, which will feature lots of behind the scenes material.


Rewriting Spider-Man 3

Rewriting Spider-Man 3

Tom The Bomb has some interesting ideas on what should have been in Spider-Man 3, along with many of the problems in the film:

  • They did it AGAIN. Sandman is a criminal just to raise cash for his sick daughter? Geez, why don’t they just pit Spidey against Robin Hood? Maybe the Dalai Lama could become Electro to free Tibet. At least they didn’t make Flint Marko crazy — he’s too good at pulling himself together! (Rim shot) But he’s still too sympathetic.
  • Evil Harry winds up not evil once he sees the error of his ways — that is, once Accomplice Butler Guy reveals something he could have told Harry two movies ago.

What are some of your ideas? Feel free to discuss in comments. And it’s been a month, so it’s a spoiler-friendly zone. You’ve been warned.

Spider-Man 3: Girls Talk

Spider-Man 3: Girls Talk

by Lillian Baker and Martha Thomases

We went to see Spider-Man 3 on Sunday afternoon in the East Village. Even though it was dinner-time, the movie theater was full. “We” are Lillian Baker, age 8, and Martha Thomases, age 54. Here’s what we thought. Beware of spoilers.

MT: I enjoyed myself in the theater, although there were some draggy parts. To me, the best part of the Spider-Man films is the way New Yorkers claim Spider-Man as one of their own. He’s a home-town boy.

LB: At the end, you find out that Venom doesn’t like sounds.

MT: Venom was a strange villain. When Peter Parker wore the black suit, it changed his personality. When Eddie Brock was infected, it changed his teeth.

LB: I guess that’s because he was wearing a costume. The other guy didn’t have a mask on to cover his teeth.

MT: The friendship between Peter and Mary Jane and Harry was wonderful. I thought it felt like a lot of relationships that last through different parts of your life. I was glad Harry redeemed himself.

LB: I really liked that Venom guy. He didn’t last very long.

MT: It seems to me that New York City isn’t a good place for a creature that doesn’t like loud noises.

LB: I agree with that. The girl was screaming and that was a loud noise. I just don’t get it.


MATT RAUB: Spider-Man 3 Review

MATT RAUB: Spider-Man 3 Review

So here we are, one day before the highest anticipated film of 2007, Spider-Man 3, gets released into a record 4,252 theaters. I, just like about a billion other fans, couldn’t wait to see this flick, mostly because this is the film where we get the infamous Venom as a villain, along with a laundry list of other storylines. But before I get too deep into that, lets break it down. Usually when reviewing comic book movies, I like to break the critique down into three separate sections: the Acting, the Story, and the FX.

Lets begin with my least favorite part of the entire film: the acting. Now I may be a bit jaded, but I’ve never really got into having Tobey Maguire as Peter Parker. This is where doing a book or comic adaptation gets funky, because originally the character’s voice and overall demeanor is up to their interpretation. A perfect example of this is the [[[Harry Potter]]] film franchise. The casting of those films were almost spot-on with the fan’s interpretation of the characters, and they didn’t even have the visual aids that comic books have.

With that said, in my head Spidey was the nerdy, quiet kid before bitten by the radioactive/genetically enhanced spider, but then gains self-confidence while still keeping his puerile attitude towards life. This is how we get the wisecracking interpretation in modern books. But with Maguire’s performance, we are constantly treated to the somber, “woe is me” Spider-Man who, granted, still jumps, swings, and does whatever a spider can, but in between those periods is constantly in a state of teary-eyed misery. Even in the second film where he is convinced that being Spider-Man is a curse, and trashes the costume, he still looks like at any moment, he could burst into tears. Some could attribute this to Maguire’s incredible range, but if I wanted that, I’d go see Seabiscuit again.
Spider-Man is the comic relief of the New Avengers, and even in the Ultimate books, he may cry, but when he’s in the suit, he’s a regular swinging Henny Youngman. The same goes for this film, in the times that the mask isn’t on (which is way too much to begin with), his eyes are constantly filled with tears.

Moving on to our leading lady, Kirsten Dunst, I have a whole different problem. In the first film, I was starting to get into the idea of having a non-supermodel quality Mary Jane Watson and by the end of the second film, I was completely sold, though she looked like she hadn’t eaten since Jumanji. And just then, as if it was her master plan to get us all to love her, and then crush us, in a press junket for Spider-Man 2, Dunst was quoted in saying that her ideal plot for another sequel would be where our webbed hero dies in the first act, and the rest of the film is about Mary Jane coping in the modern world with an unborn Spider-Baby as a single mother. Some of you remember this quote as “The Day We Started to Hate Kirsten Dunst.” I don’t know what it is about female actors and preaching their ideas when the majority of the audience paying attention to them are people who could care less about them. We go to superhero movies to see [[[superheroes]]], not their girlfriends.


BREAKING: Final Sopranos shooting

BREAKING: Final Sopranos shooting

The phone rang. It was a dame. A brunette who’d make a swear off X-books and swear he only read Sandman. She spoke in a voice like syrup. "Do you want to be spoiled? Fair warning."

"You always spoil me, doll."

"It’s going down tonight."

"What are you talking about?"

"A late night shooting. After this, the Sopranos would be done with. Finished. Hasta la bye-bye."

"Where is this going down?"

"You know Holsten’s?"

Yeah, I knew Holsten’s. A mom and pop ice cream parlor, the kind they don’t make any more, the kind where they still sell jellied candies behind glass counters and you can still get an decent egg cream with your patty melt.

She told me to get there if I had any hope of seeing the thing go down. I hung up the phone and left.

When I got there, I knew it was bad. A crowd had already formed — they’d heard shooting and came out to watch the gory mess. People are the same all over.