I'm not quite sure how it began-- but it did-- my inexplainable infatuation with the Robin character from Batman. I think it's manifestation completely amused myself and the people who know me, which is probably why I just can't seem to stop. Keep in mind that this isn't some obsession where I have to collect every Robin paraphernalia known to man's existance. Not quite. I wouldn't mind having a gazillion Robin objects to happily roll around in, but I don't quite have the budget for it, sadly.
Instead, I'm just locked onto the fact that I want to marry the Boy Wonder.
Oh how I wished this could be a real film. Some of the acting is a bit on the bad side, but overall, I think the short "trailer" is rather impressive with an interesting premise. I would prefer that the other DC heroes stayed out of it because I fail to see the importance of the Justice League in a Robin film... Superman, maybe... but Wonderwoman too??
Needless to say, the whole thing just makes me drooly and I think someone who has a soul should give these people the money to make a full-length feature film.
If they did, I would pay enough to see the movie as many times to help pay for that film budget back. I SWEAR!
I know I'm a little late on this uptake since this fanfilm has been around for quite some time garnering raving reviews and even controversies; but it never hurts to mention something that has to be considered epic again!
Saturday, October 6th 2007, Gizle arrived at my house at the ungodly hour of 6:45 a.m. because we wanted to line up early for Kevin Smith's book signing that day in Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash in Westwood. Sadly, it was the Stash's last day also as Smith opted to shut it down.
We arrived and ended up near the front of the line. Whew!
The signing didn't start till noon, according to the schedule.
I know it may seem nuts to line up about five hours in advance... but when you see pictures and videos of how long the line gets for Kevin Smith's signing, it's worth getting there early. It was also worth sitting there, chatting, when the waft of the distinct smell of someone smoking a doobie touched our nostrils. At that moment , there wasn't any doubt that we were, in fact, among Kevin Smith fans. Gotta love them.
At least having a friend along made the time go by a little faster. Eventually, they opened the store and we went in to purchase our copies of My Boring-Ass Life. I took some pictures of the movie memorabillias displayed in the store and what-not. I wanted to buy a t-shirt, but they didn't have the one I wanted available. Which means I'll have to do an online order in the future.
And here is Gizle delving into the mind of Jay.
"What the fuck is the internet?"
Kevin Smith was about an hour late into the signing. Of course, we suckers kept standing in line-- complaining about the heat of the sun and getting way hungry. At least I was getting way hungry. We had someone walking up and down the line reading bible passages and preaching about God and life in a suit. My hunger didn't exactly make me very polite... but seriously. He was preaching to the wrong crowd and I didn't want to hear it. If he was giving away sandwhiches, then I would have gladly let him prattle on about Jesus.
Once they started letting people in, we didn't need to wait for long when our turn came. I exchanged a couple of polite words with Smith, telling him to please spell my (real) name with two 'n's in the book. He also signed my Clerks 10th year anniversary DVD box. Hooray!
I've seen Kevin Smith at panels at conventions and was always just satisfied to hear him entertain an audience. Though admittedly, it was pretty cool to get to meet him and have him write 'I <3 You' in my copy of his book-diary. He's one of my many heroes.
I watched The Running Man last night. It's an '80s Arnold Schwarzenegger film. It was recommended to me by some co-workers who said it was hilarious. While it was funny, I think they were 'helped' by some other substances to classify it as hilarious.
It's your generic post-apocolyptic police state setting. Arnie's a wronged cop trying to escape 'the man' only to get caught up in...a game show. Oh yes, your all-American, let's kill people for fun, game show.
That's basically the whole plot right there. It is well worth a watch if your in the mood for a cheesy action film where any dialogue is a one liner and you want to see women in lycra. Barring that, it's probably best seen as WWF/Mr Universe reunion film, since half the cast seemed to be body builders. You also get to see Jesse Venture walk around dressed as a computer, for about 30 seconds.
It's mostly worth noting because even though it is at times ridiculous, the plot actually holds together, which is something I didn't expect.
In other geek news: I watched the first and second episodes of the new season of Heroes. So far, I'm quite pleased. Although, I think Claire is a bit off her rocker. I mean why the toe?? Was that necessary? And that kid outside her window is just down right creepy. I'd probably hit him if we went to high school together.
I also like to pretend Suresh and Matt Parkman are gay lovers raising a child together. I don't know why, but it makes me feel all fuzzy.
Admittedly, I used to read Witchblade. How about them Witchblade/Tomb Raider crossovers?? Those were FANCY! Then I jumped out of that wagon and moved on. I did hear about the Witchblade anime, but thought nothing of it. Maybe a part of my delicate brain wanted to deny that it would ever happen.
Then while surfing around the interweb world of comics last night, I stumbled upon the Funimation website and watched the trailer on the front page.
I think my reaction was a mix of horror and amazement and morbid fascination. Sara Pezzini is now Masane Amaha. The Witchblade is an organic girl mecha. Half-naked organic mecha chicks.
It's funny how things just gets transformed in the anime world. It's even funnier how it makes a whole lot of sense with Witchblade. Maybe it will even make it better than it was! Or wasn't!
Mostly horrified at the thought of Witchblade fermenting into the world of anime and the possibly consequences of this. it's bad enough that barely anyone had ever pulled off a good Witchblade costume... now we're going to see the delights at anime conventions. Oh boy, oh boy!
Am I on board with this one? Um. I'll think about it.
Yesterday, a friend and I went to the West Hollywood Book Fair-- which I found out about mostly because David Mack was there for a panel. The fair was a little disappointing. The variety of books for sale was lacking-- at least, I didn't see anything besides New Age and sex books. Which are fine... but not what I wanted to shop for, really! We ended up hanging out at the comic books and sci-fi pavilion; and wasting money on some crappy crepes some guys were cooking at a food booth. Bad food is always so disappointing....
We mostly littered about the Golden Apple and Tokyopop booth. Pawing at comic books and bothering people... the usual!
The first thing we did was Mack's panel which we were a little late on. Here are some photos and a video clip from the panel.
And just because she's a doll, here's my friend Anna. I don't know what she was laughing at... I think it was me she was laughing at. Yeah. That makes sense.
I did actually buy one book under Anna's recommendation. I might do a review of it here in the future-- I think it's going to be a rather interesting book. Anna said the words "cannibalism" and "gay sex" and I was easily won over.... till next time!
Dear non-existant readers-- you will not know who I am talking about but he is supposed to be one of our reporters for this blog-- my dear buddy, Jeff aka JeffIsDancing. Jeff has left the sunny skies of Southern California to pursue a temporary stint of teaching English in Japan.
We are self-proclaimed girl-GEEKS who needed a place to write about it! We don't really do anything special with our lives, but we do enjoy the occasional comic book or fantasy film. Also, the occasional pie. With ice cream. Yeah. Ice cream.