Wednesday, August 31, 2016

that once noble captain now lives in her hat (what a great life!)!

This blog post is so magical!  I have magic coming out of my pores.  Word on the streets is that The Dark Tower has just wrapped up filming and is in the sweaty process of getting a rough cut completed.  A trailer is allegedly set for October with the release date coming February of next year.  I’ve been vocal about my misgivings on this project, particularly in the horrifying history of screenwriter Akiva Goldsman but I am still remaining hopeful thanks to the GREAT casting.  As a diehard fan of the books whose read the whole series a whopping TWO times I so desire this movie(s) to be good.  Though I would happily settle for an astonishingly bad movie if good is out of the question.  It’s such a bizarre mythology, such a weird mixture of fantasy, horror, adventure and urban stuff, I do not envy the filmmakers their adaptation task.  But I will be there.  ever vigilant.  Ever waiting for signs of threats extraterrestrial.  I wait still. 

So it was around won oh clock in the mornin’ last night when I began viewing Arrow Season 4 whilst consuming a hearty bowl of Lucky Charms cereal with soy milk (cause cows are for calves).  Returning to this program was like slipping into a warm bath.  Actually, it was nothing like that because I generally find baths to be quite disgusting.  Unless the bathtub is filled with cold Cristal!  But imagine the cardiac arrest I experienced when I realized this season was going to involved mysticism, chiefly in the form of its principal antagonist.  Hence my magic references earlier on.  Magic is tricky thing for me, even that word, something about just sounds…youngsterish.  I don’t know why though, it’s not a bad word.  The thing with magic and mysticism is I’ve always found that regardless of how detailed the writers explain the “rules” or structure, the actual strength or ability of the respective magic always conveniently changes depending on plot necessity and is consequently rarely a satisfying element to the story.  However, that is largely true of any type of power set in any popular fantasy/supernatural/superhero/adventure thing so I’m not sure how valid my complaint is.   

In this day and age of so much genre overlap I’m not sure if there is really a significant difference between a power set derived through magic and someone who is simply a mutant or metahuman; it seems to largely equate to the same outcome.  I will say that in episode 2 they did show the villain cutting himself and worshiping and calling upon a dark god statue thing which is definitely suggestive of witchcraft and black magic as we know it in the real world so I can sort of see that being a character trait, hmmmm. 

Speaking of magic, I’m becoming ever more excited at the announced Justice League Dark movie (or Dark Universe or whatever the hell it’s going to be called) despite the fact that it doesn’t even yet have a projected release date.  That team is host to a veritable slew of magical folk including Zatanna who has always been one of the great loves of my life (along with Wonder Woman and Vampirella).  Please let her wear the fishnets, I beg you, PLEASE!  If Harley could do it, she can do it, if Harley could do it, she can do it!  But yeah, ol’ Zatanna is magical and a great character and I’ve been dying of girlish glee at all the fan casting (including Demi Lovato, which give me a white hot heart attack if it happened).  The rumors of Eiza Gonzalez playing her also fill me EXPLOSIVE joy.  Of course, it’s all just rumors.  So let’s just wait and see!  Oh, she is just such a lovely character!  If they wanna link it up with Batman and the other League homies they could even put in all the mind wipe stuff Zatanna did!  Though there’s enough great characters here – John Constantine, Swamp Thing, Madame Xanadu, Deadman, Etrigan – that I’d like to see it stand on it’s own. 

Please understand homies, I’m not slagging magic or mysticism or fans of it.  Rather, I’m slagging all loosely defined power based systems.  Let’s see how it progresses on Arrow, how it’s shown in The Dark Tower and how it works in Justice League Dark!  Also, I am interested in seeing the Warcraft movie when it is released on digital video disc so we’ll see how that goes over to a total layman like me who doesn’t know jack shit about wars or craft! 

I frequently find it difficult these days to finish thoughts or get a word out to someone.  It physically pains me sometimes to attempt that brand of communication, every word feels awful.  I think that is why Low speaks to me so much.  Structure becomes the theme, at times so distant and at times alarmingly in your face.  And then all those pastoral otherworldly landscapes, traveling down red roads while they continue to invade your brain.  We are we are inside a dying thing.  Even sending each other off is far too much of a strain.  You’re such wonderful…no one is going to begin that sentence when speaking to him.  There is little spirit inside of us, just waiting to express herself.  Oh, the little deaths, each time that addiction grows more fierce and grotesque.  Please don’t let me forsake something true.  I just want to stay inside all day the blinds drawn.  You may not see how these relates to all the above mentioned malarkey but it absolutely does, just consider what was being drawn on the carpet and what contributed to being put in such a fragile mental state.  We are all guilty. 

Prince Charming blew his head off awhile ago, right?  I have to drink some water now.  Every day, new avenues of failure and disobedience.  So it is one week until the Gift of the Gods Champion returns, eh?  Me thinks I are ready.  And of course, October 11 is looming just over the horizon….


Good Lord, I very nearly passed out there.  And then who knows what would have happened if someone hadn’t found me right away?!  One thing’s for sure: that would have been a very undignified death!  

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