April 24th, 2010

Blow My Mind

Sick, sick people

Yes, it's supposed to be disturbing.

Yes, I just enjoyed a film that features killings by an 11-year-old, and that echoes Taxi Driver at least once, and otherwise acknowledges that in this real world, being a real ass-attacking superhero would be a really, really bad idea (but maybe a really satisfying one) and might be done by deeply damaged people. Damage: check. Aforementioned damaged people getting their asses handed to them: check. Increasingly high-powered weaponry: check. Sweeping, brassy hero music: check. Shocked, slack-jawed stares by other characters who can't believe these people dressed up in tights: check. (I especially liked that.)

Yes, I saw Kick-Ass tonight, as hoped. Yes, I enjoyed it, as hoped. I knew it was deranged and sick, and that screenwriters Jane Goldman and Matthew Vaughn are both A) amused by dark stuff and B) ultimately very humane, world- and people-loving people. Which Mark Millar, the original writer of Kick-Ass the comic (from which Goldman and Vaughn adapted their film), probably is, too, but I've heard his work doesn't really suggest that. Vaughn and Goldman, though, I give much benefit of the doubt, considering they also adapted Stardust to film a few years ago in a way I loved. This film is darker, and probably more manic (a word I keep using in relation to director/co-screenwriter Vaughn), and also less mature than Stardust. This is fine. I don't need deep searching of the human condition in a film where a father and a daughter are introduced by him teaching her what a bullet hitting a bulletproof vest feels like.

Kick-Ass quickly summed up is: lanky high school guy Dave decides to be a superhero, gets really really injured doing so, gets notoriety, has a crush he has on a girl go in interesting directions, learns there are other superheroes out there, and finds there are nemeses of superheroes too. Chaos and acrobatic fighting ensue. It's twisted, and it takes the piss out of superheroics pretty consistently. And still makes it AWESOME. I laughed at its audacity at times, a good sign.

Wait until 11-year-old fellow superhero Hit Girl (born Mindy McCready and played by Chloe Moretz) gets a few years older, and realizes the true point of being a kick-ass superhero: you may get increased chances to get laid. "What's the difference," Dave says, "between Spider-Man and Peter Parker? Spider-Man gets the girl." Which is seriously selective thinking on Dave's part; it wasn't Spider-Man whom M.J. told "Face it, Tiger, you just hit the jackpot!" And, um, anything else on that front would probably be a spoiler, so stop it I shall. But I love that Kick-Ass is willing to talk pretty candidly about teenage sexuality and raging hormones. The film ain't coy about it, just as it isn't coy about the many ways one can kill people. (Now I'm flashing on True Lies, of all things. Helen Tasker: "Have you ever killed anyone?" Harry Tasker: "Yeah, but they were all bad." I could imagine Kick-Ass having dialogue similar to that.) It's clever, disturbing, successfully action-packed and hilarious. Good treat tonight.
iAm iSaid

I need more icons that are green

"There's a whole lot of green here."

It's like the green switch got flipped. This dreary winter and semi-winter/semi-spring Portland's had for a while seems finally, finally, to be reaching full-fledged spring, but for a while, we weren't as green as we usually are. But a couple of days ago I was walking to a bus stop and noticing, finally really truly noticing, all the green blooming things. And feeling relief that the green got turned on. I thought what's in the quote that begins this entry. I know you wondered who had said it.

All that moisture we got (some water, a little snow but not nearly as much as other parts of the country got, rain, the usual) is once again paying off! It perked me up, definitely. Blooms do that, too, as do the other spring smells that went from potential smells during the last season to actualized smells this season. As they do each spring.

The thing is, I think I extra-need this spring. I need it more. My friend popfiend refers to being "solar-powered," and I think to an extent I am, responding well to the sun. Well, except when I burn. I'm also green-powered, so thank goodness that even in the winter my region is lousy with evergreens. (The first Twilight film was shot in this area in the winter. Still pretty green here even then.) And now there's more green to work with. I can get behind that.

No profundity this morning. But my ability to use "profundity" properly may mean I can be profound at other times, hmm?

Have a good day. If there's sun, enjoy it. If there's green, appreciate it.
Cartoon Chris

The funds to function

When I went to last year's Stumptown Comics Fest, I wasn't working. I think I got NOTHING at that con that wasn't free.

What a relief to feel I can buy stuff. And buy stuff, I have. I've also visited with Dylan Meconis and her partner (an attorney who specializes in helping artists navigate legal issues), Bill Mudron (I bought his "Oceanic Airlines Safety Guide"), David Walker, Barry Deutsch, and Sarah Oleksyk, who drew a picture of Cerberus as a pug. A three-headed pug. I was NOT surprised to see pug owner Bobbie Winchell later, walking away from Oleksyk's table with a purchased copy of that art.

I also saw and hugged lovelyangel. Good to see her.

Line of mine I'm proud of from the con: "If only we could pay with scintillating conversation!"

I'm home right now, getting caffeinated before heading out for the Comic Art Battle. I'll be back at Stumptown tomorrow, too.