alexsarll: (bernard)
I find myself worrying that Charlie Brooker might be the new Bill Hicks - ie, awesome, and usually right, but too easily quoted in too many situations in a way which makes the over-quoter seem a bit of a prick. And I'm as guilty of this as anyone, and I think maybe I need to scale it back a bit. Except why did this revelation hit me in the same week he returns to our TV screens? Ah, my timing.

Philipp Blom's The Vertigo Years aims to overturn the idea that the first 14 years of the twentieth century were a peaceful, if shadowed, idyll, the last days of the old world before the wars and revolutions made the modern world. Like most history with an agenda, the hand is overplayed, but if only as a counterbalance, it's a valuable take on how much was as new and strange and unsettling a hundred years ago as whatever's causing the latest panic now. More than the old 'how very similar then was to now' trick, though, it was little details which caught my attention. Wooden ships of the line, Trafalgar-style, when would you think the last of those was launched by the Royal Navy? 1879. The creator of Bambi also wrote p0rn (I'm surprised that didn't somehow make it into Lost Girls, though the Rite of Spring riot is here in detail). The borders between 'a very long time ago' and 'a long time ago', in other words, are as permeable as those between 'the old days' and 'I remember when'. Oh, and while I knew the Belgians had been utter gits in the Congo, I had no idea the death toll was ten million. Hitler gets all the press, but he doesn't even have the twentieth century's second highest total for genocide by a European ruler. Lightweight.

Obviously it's great news that Grant Morrison is back with Frank Quitely for (some of) the new Batman & Robin comic, and that he's getting to continue with Seaguy and do a Multiverse book and various other bits and pieces. But..."I’ve just been doing an Earth Four book, which is the Charlton characters but I’ve decided to write it like “Watchmen.” [laughs] So it’s written backwards and sideways and filled with all kinds of symbolism". It was obvious from the first time we glimpsed Earth Four in 52 that it was very much a Dark Charlton world, playing up the Watchmen correspondences; they even showed Peacemaker in a window as a nod to the exit of his analogue, the Comedian. I assumed that world would be used in passing for the sort of third-stringer-written continuity frottage that makes up so much of DC's output - it may have cropped up in Countdown for all I know, and that was very much the sort of place where I assumed it would stay. Morrison's use of a multiversal Captain Atom as a Dr Manhattan piss-take in Superman Beyond...well, it was one of the weakest things in there, but it was forgivable. A whole series, though? Morrison is the second best comics writer in the world. Moore has pretty much departed comics. Is it not about time that Morrison got over the anxiety of influence?
(In arguably related news, I swear our team could have done better at the pub quiz last night had it not been for the distractingly cute girl two tables over with a copy and a badge of Watchmen)

Last week I was asked to write something about my journey, and it turned out rather well, so in the parlance of Nu-Facebook, I thought I might 'share': Stroud Green )
alexsarll: (crest)
Spent the first half-hour or so of Indiana Jones & the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull not really feeling it; the fifties colour was laid on too heavily, the conviction seemed lacking...it felt like watching a tribute act. A good tribute act, sure, but not the real thing. And it didn't help having Ray Winstone along; it really was just that one role as Beowulf where I liked him, although I guess here he was playing a venal berk rather than anyone we were meant to respect. But then there's that map/'plane bit one always needs in an Indy film, and we're in the jungle, and yes, it all fits into place. I stay on the edge of my seat for the rest of the film, except when I'm cracking up at the sheer audacity of it all. I'm not entirely sure I'd want a fifth but yes, this is a worthy addition to the series.

On Saturday the song 'Jolene' became linked in my head to Joe Lean of rubbish indie combo Joe Lean & the Jing Jang Jong, aka Sophie's brother in Peep Show. I have not yet been able to decouple them, so I might as well share the misery.

The Guardian's redesigned Review section announces "Starting next week...52 - a novel in weekly instalments by Jeanette Winterson, Ali Smith, AM Homes and Jackie Kay". A novel called 52, in weekly instalments, with four authors? What a terribly original idea.
(Although, one strand of the first 52 did concern two lesbian lovers hounded by an evil religion, so Winterson at least would have been right at home)

Now if you'll excuse me I need to get some breakfast, clean out my cupboard and watch the season finale of Mad Men. I'm glad that the weather is not of a sort to make me feel like these are bad uses of my bank holiday.
alexsarll: (pangolin)
Before I forget, anyone for Beautiful & Damned on Thursday?

You know those dinky little cars that get used as mobile CCTV points? Saw one of them going through a pedestrian crossing's green man this morning. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Enjoyed a languid afternoon in the park yesterday, with a remarkably high general standard of banter; it was like the Algonquin Round Table come again, except that I suspect they may have devoted slightly less time to paedophiles and crack. Then on via a sighting of a truly freakish bug to the pub, which I eventually left via the window. Twice.

If anyone fancies making the picture here into an icon for me, I would be profoundly grateful. Ta, [livejournal.com profile] beingjdc. Will Magnus is my new hero.

A new generation of smart drugs seem from initial results to breed genuine increases in human mental capability. So obviously, some people are against them. Why are so many members of this species intent on shoring up the walls that imprison them?
alexsarll: (Default)
Still debating whether B Movie is a good idea. I am feeling much livelier for grub and tea, but underlying that there remains a great weariness, not helped by the temporal anomaly which caused this afternoon to last at least five weeks. Anybody wants to convince me one way or the other, do your damnedest.
edit: Right, I'm going - as soon as I've finished this cup of tea, done my teeth, got changed and touched up my nails.

Well wrap me in ribbons and call me Elektra, it's the real Daredevil! Non-comics readers might get more out of this story if they approach it under the heading "Why the so-called 'blind' are just plain lazy".
(Back to the comics, though - was this week's 52 unusually dull, or is it just that it's the first one I've read sober in a while?)

Seems strange to have Anna Nicole Smith and Ian Richardson check out within such a short space of time - and why am I getting such severe deja vu typing that? - since in pretty much every respect, they were polar opposites. And yet, they were both people I liked having around the planet. His end seems far less sad, though - not only because he was so much older, but because the last role in which he was seen before the end was as Death, in Hogfather. What better preparation could there be?

I've been rather enjoying the vaguely St Etienne, pastoral-tinged pop album from The Bird & the Bee lately, but was surprised to learn from Popjustice that one of the band's members has also been working with everyone from Lily Allen to Stefy on various other tracks I've liked lately (and yes, he was also involved with that All Saints single but hey, everybody makes mistakes). Good old Popjustice. Though I vigorously dispute their assertion that "Like 'Love Shack' by The B-52s, 'Come On Eileen' by Dexys Midnight Runners and 'Dancing Queen' by Abba, 'I'm Too Sexy' is a terrible song which makes it very difficult to persuade anyone that a lot of the-band-in-question's back catalogue is JUST COMPLETELY BRILLIANT." None of those songs are even remotely terrible - they're just so overplayed that until you know the band's other material, you can't hear them as the songs they actually are because they set off too many other triggers the second they start. 'Come On Eileen', in particular, stands comparison with any of the high points in Dexys' oeuvre, and they don't come much higher than that.

Now that even the BBC are analysing the catastrophic mis-step in the UK casting of the Mac/PC ads, I was moved to check out the CVs of the originals. And what do you know, their PC is otherwise best known for appearances on The Daily Show, which is pretty cool in my book. Meanwhile you may have seen Mac as the geeky Trekkie-analogue in Galaxy Quest, the channel boss' psycho son in Wake Up, Ron Burgundy and the rather hopeless Justin in Dodgeball. None of them quite so hateful as Jez, perhaps, but still hardly role models, are they?

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