Watched a lot of movies this weekend I had seen before, Room 237 which is still a fascinating documentary about obsessive nut jobs; The Innkeepers which is still a small, tense haunted hotel movie with fun, fully realized characters; and Re-Animator, which is still a wet, gross and super-fun schlock-fest. Was gonna watch John Carpenter’s The Thing, which I coulda sworn was on Netflix. But it was not. Oh, I’ve got a copy at my place. Everyone’s invited. Except you.
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538. Super-Flash
Happy Batman Day!
^^This is based on this:
537. Wonder Woman
Yeah, this is a thing that happened.
536. Dynomutt, the Dog Wonder and Blue Falcon
Blue Falcon was a request from my friend Jason Young. I finished the drawing and then knew that I couldn’t leave it alone. I needed to add B.F’s best friend, Dynomutt, the Dog Wonder! I used to watch and love this cartoon as a kid (oh, USA Cartoon Express, I miss you most of all).
Sorry. I had more, but then got incredibly sad about the lack of Saturday morning cartoons and the sorry state of modern cartoons.
Anyway.
Last night I watched a terribly dull turd of a movie called Crucible of Horror – a title made of only lies. It’s also known as “The Corpse” and “The Velvet House” – also lies. Upon further research, it’s a very loose remake of a film called “Les Diaboliques”, further remade as “Diabolique” in the 90s starring Sharon Stone. When I worked at the movie theater, I remember enjoying saying the word “Diabolique” quite a bit, and of course listening to all the people who bought tickets for it butcher it.
That’s a lie.
No one ever bought tickets for that movie.
I digress.
Basically, Alfred Pennyworth from the Tim Burton Batman movies is a creepy, abusive, and molesty dad. His wife and daughter then plot to murder him. The murder never actually happens. The movie ends with no explanation. Ta-da! Apparently, to up the creep-factor, Alfred’s on-screen son and daughter were played by his actual son and daughter-in-law. So there. If you find it on Netflix, destroy your Netflix device so you never accidentally watch it.
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I might be infected with some sort of Batman mental virus.
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Testing out a new brush pen and sketchpad.
I watched Son of Batman the other night because I clearly don’t get enough Batman in my life, or think about Batman at all times or anything. Anyway, it might be the worst DC animated movie so far, and I sat through Justice League: War and Flashpoint Paradox. Actually, the worst is Green Lantern: Emerald Knights. There’s a story in it told from the point of view of Hal Jordan recounting a story told to him from another Lantern, told as a flashback within a flashback. What a piece of shit. Not even Henry Rollins as Kilowog could make it better. Anyhoo, Son of Batman is loosely based on a couple of Grant Morrison stories but without the imagination and charisma. Draining all remaining life from it is the voice cast, including Greg from Dharma and Greg as Deathstroke who seems to have been half-asleep when reading (and I mean barely reading – not acting) his lines.