I’d be lying if I said I never imagined doing some cruel, heartless things to useless celebrities who don’t deserve their fame. Like most satirical writers, I write about it instead, taking verbal and visual potshots at whoever has annoyed me.
Someone with a much larger platform seemed to have the same idea: comedian turned writer/director Bobcat Goldthwait. Many remember Goldthwait’s stage persona as a mentally incapacitated screecher who starred in such movies as One Crazy Summer, the Police Academy series, and Scrooged. What many do not remember is the volatile dark comedy he wrote and directed, Shakes the Clown, about an alcoholic birthday clown, which became a cult hit.
A little over ten years later, Bobcat started shaking society’s tree with such films as Sleeping Dogs Lie and World’s Greatest Dad. Now, he has uprooted that tree with his latest film, God Bless America, a “violent film about kindness.”
I attended a screening of the film and later had the chance to sit down with Goldthwait and star Joel Murray.
Alien is an iconic franchise, but it’s not the most suitable for crossovers. If director Ridley Scott and designer H.R. Giger had made the sexual themes any clearer the audio would have been non-stop rape-whistle. Superhero comics are the least suitable place for Aliens outside of an obstetrician’s waiting room, which didn’t stop several publishers from injecting their superheroes with bizarre penis-themed intrusions…pre-empting both the internet and Japan by several years.
Here we shamefully present four comics that crossed into Alien territory decades before Prometheus, and hopefully made all the mistakes so that tomorrow’s debuting blockbuster won’t have to.
Listen, it doesn’t matter the year because summer always follows the same damn formula. Every June needs a Green Lantern. Each July has gotta have its own Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. And all the Augusts I’ve ever known require at least a dose of G.I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra, or something similarly forgettable.
What I’m trying to say here is that though summer typically brings the biggest blockbusters of the year, it also corrals in some of the worst crap, most unoriginal ideas and stupidest sequels known to man. 2012, though featuring some potentially fantastic fare this year, is really no different. Don’t believe me? See for yourself:
This Friday (May 4) is the official day for Star Wars fans to celebrate the franchise in all of its glory. The reasoning, much like everything associated with Star Wars in the past 15 years, is fairly contrived. It’s likely because of a translation error of a George Lucas interview on a German TV station (“May the Force be with you” was translated into “May 4 be with you”). Regardless, it gives nerds a chance to geek-out and walk around the office saying “May the Fourth be with you!” all day.
Star Wars Day has a different meaning to me, though, because I saw the dark side of fandom and obsession during a brief period in the last decade in which I was accidentally voted to the International Council of the Church of the Jedi. Or maybe it was the Jedi Church High Council. Either way, I was given a leadership position in a movement that was striving for international legitimacy.