They oughtta make this into a porno. Just have some big ugly dude wearing a cape and the HBO logo force himself upon a different character each week.
It’s what inevitably happens with Vertigo television adaptations anyway.
Ugh, there’s going to be a new Death Note movie? As if the Japanese live-action films weren’t awful enough.
I just don’t get this obsession with maniacally adapting stories into every damned medium under the sun. Just wait ’til the Death Note Movie Novelization comes out (graphic or otherwise) as prelude to the launch of the weekly television series (live action or otherwise). And perhaps some truly scary creature will go so far as to novelize the inevitable video game(s) to follow.
Just look at the horror spawned by the Resident Evil movie franchise. (Sacrilage, I tell you!) Look what DC did to Vertigo — pimping her out to the networks like a two-dollar whore. And does anyone else remember those crappy “JP” comics from the 1990s? Topps nearly succeeded in turning those into a Saturday-morning cartoon.
Bottom line: those original stories ought to be treasured for the gems they truly are, let substance and style determine the means of delivery, and if a Death Note movie absolutely must be made, there could be no better Ryuk than Dee Snider.
MIKE CAREY’S LUCIFER is quite possibly the greatest story that has ever been told.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve reread the series (to say nothing of specific issues — #s 33, 75, & 16 being my absolute favorites), yet each time is no less beautiful and uplifting and utterly engrossing than the last. Never before have such characters been conceived and utilized in such a manner; never before has such an epic tale resolved itself in so bittersweet and satisfying a conclusion.
If you’re looking for something really, really special this Christmas season (for yourself or someone else), I heartily endorse Mike Carey’s Lucifer.
Well, the second episode of NBC’s Hellblazer adaptation was at least marginally better than the first. More X-Filesy than Hellblazerish, with a slight touch of American Gothic, I was surprised to see the rating bumped down from TV-14 to TV-PG. (The John Constantine I’m familiar with is hardly a ‘PG’ sort of character.)
Chas’s accent continues to rub me the wrong way — it’s just hard to imagine ol’ Chas as anything other than a bloody Londoner — and Constantine’s is a horror in its own right. Though Constantine is originally supposed to be from Liverpool, the actor who plays him (Matt Ryan) is Welsh, so I more or less expected him to adapt a sort of hybrid Northern accent. Instead it’s like some bizarre fucking “Taste of the UK” tour — he sounds as if he’s gargling marbles as he test drives close to half a dozen different accents. He even does Irish. I swear, I am not making this up.
I wasn’t a fan of comic-book Zed beyond her initial story arc, but this one was just painful to watch. I take back what I said about the first female victim lead being axed as an act of mercy — this one was like watching Kristin Stewart make funny faces in front of her bathroom mirror. Now, I understand the American Prime Time mentality of substituting talent for a pretty face, but in all frankness, this woman is about as sexy as Maria from Sesame Street. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if half her lines were dubbed over by Maria from Sesame Street.
Hell, I think giving John Constantine some legitimate screen time is an awesome idea. Unlike other Vertigo titles (e.g. Sandman or Lucifer), Hellblazer is just the sort of title that could thrive as a television series — I just don’t think the clowns over at NBC have the cojones to get it right.
Just watched NBC’s Constantine pilot and I have to say, the decision to axe the female lead (who couldn’t play the role to save her soul) after the first episode was an act of outright mercy. The possessed humans were unoriginal and unconvincing, both in appearance and in mannerism. (WTF were they supposed to be, deadites?) Constantine wasn’t enough of a bastard, and Chas’s American accent just fucked with my head.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: “mature” comics do NOT translate well into regular network television, and this couldn’t be more true of titles featuring a chain-smoking, lecherous exorcism junkie who unintentionally brings death and destruction down upon anyone unlucky enough to be acquainted with him.
Oh, and they totally fucked up Newcastle.
On the bright side, my assumption that it would be exceedingly better than the 2005 Keanu Reeves flick proved correct. Then again, watching a caged monkey eat its own excrement would prove exceedingly better than the Constantine movie. Watching vultures tear out my own liver would be preferable as well.
Thought of This:
Ouch. As usual, Reverend Jesse Custer hits ’em where it hurts. I mean, just check out some of the choice specimens championing Cobb’s cause and his White Man’s Bible.
On another note, what must one do to be declared a “hate crimes fugitive” in Canada? Apparently, operate a racist website out of Vancouver and then leave town. I swear I’m not making this up.