Showing posts with label Conan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conan. Show all posts

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Comic Review: Conan: Cimmeria


    First let me say that I really don’t understand the love for Richard Corben.  I often see him lauded as an amazing force in comics and a great master, but I’ve always found his work to be kind of weird and ugly, and generally not appropriate for whatever it’s attached to.  Now, that said, I feel like he kind of dialed it back a notch in this volume, and its use only during flashbacks makes it compliment Giorello’s work.  Also, the coloring in this volume is much better than in the previous, and makes it feel less cartoony.

WTF, Corben?

    As far as the story goes, I like this volume.  The old adage, ‘you can’t go home again’ rings true for Conan as he returns to his homeland to find that it hasn’t changed so much, but he certainly has.  With his more worldly experience, he sees his home as less pure and idealized.  He is really becoming an adult, and faces the choice of settling down or returning to the world as a sort of new man.


    Along the way, we hear various tales of Conan’s grandfather, Connacht, a man who was very important to young Conan.  He too had ventured beyond the borders of Cimmeria, into the greater world, and it had changed him as well.  But Connacht’s journey was very different, and his choices different as well.


    This volume feels a bit like a rest and reflection.  My hope is that it is a calm before a storm, and that the next volume will be all the stronger for it.  Another little treat in this volume is the brief adaptation of Robert E. Howard’s poem Cimmeria.  Very cool.



Conan: Volume 7: Cimmeria
Author: Timothy Truman
Artists:  Tomas Giorello, Richard Corben, and Jose Villarrubia
Publisher: Dark Horse Books
ISBN:  978-1-59582-283-3
Pages:  192

-Matt

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Matt’s Week in Dork! (6/26-7/2)

    It’s been a busy and very weird week.  Honestly, the last few weeks have been kind of crappy for this Dork, but with plenty of silver lining.  Up first, the films of the week.

Megamind:  Clever, occasionally cute, and a good deal of fun, Megamind isn’t amazing, but it’s worth a watch.  The voice work is good.  It plays well with big comic book myths, especially the Superman type.  And I kind of like it’s meditation on the need of an adversary to define oneself.  Check it out. 


Doctor Who Revenge of the Cybermen:  The long awaited return of the Cybermen has the Doctor and Sarah Jane facing some troubling military types in the future, and some creepy, big headed aliens.  There’s a lot going on in this story, but it pretty quickly comes down to battling the Doctor’s other major enemy.  Not as iconic as the Daleks, they’re still pretty cool. 


Eastern Promises:  The Russian mob is up to no good in London and a local nurse learns more than is good for her.  Meanwhile, upwardly mobile thug Viggo Mortensen is ‘just driver.’  It’s a really good flick, and Viggo is pretty awesome.  And yes, that crazy bathhouse fight is pretty hardcore.  I hope Viggo and Cronenberg keep working together for years to come. 


Transformers: Dark of the Moon:  The girl is less awful than Megan Fox.  I didn’t notice any especially offensive ethnic stereotype robots.  And there are a couple cool stunts/shots.  Otherwise, this is more of the same generic crap.  Soulless, mindless pap from a purveyor of mediocrity.  A true heir to the thrown of James Cameron, Bay makes big, loud, and ultimately dumb films, and his best ideas are lifted from much better films.  And sadly, like a latter day Cameron, his movies lack a charm that would make you forgive their obvious shortcomings.  Like the previous films, I found the visual assault of CG to be a sort of sensory overload, making it hard to follow the action.  Half the time, I couldn’t tell what was flying debris and what was robot.  And in spite of being WAY over long, the movie felt spotty, like important scenes were left on the cutting room floor.  It’s a step up from Revenge of the Fallen in the same way Revenge of the Sith was a step up from Attack of the Clones.  Better than a steaming turd does not equal good.  

Don't know what you're looking at?  Neither did I.

Aquamarine:  Why did I watch this?  I honestly don’t know.  It’s pretty annoying, screechy, and pointless.  The leads are all mostly unlikable and the story pretty lame.  It’s not surprising that this film came and went with little fanfare or lasting interest. 

Making Splash look good.

Doctor Who: Planet of Evil:  A pretty good horror story set on a planet near the edge of the universe, this owes a great deal to one of my favorite movies, Forbidden Planet.  Some great sets and excellent guest actors keep it grounded while the Doctor faces off with another universe. 


Wait Until Dark:  After working pretty consistently since 1951, this 1967 film marked the beginning of a near ten year hiatus from film for star Audrey Hepburn.  Had it been her final film, it would have been a pretty good exit.  Tense, scary, and brimming with great performances from a very small but very talented cast.  Especially cool are the charming small-time hood Richard Crenna and the cold psycho Alan Arkin.  It plays like an attempt at a Hitchcock film, and while not to the level of Hitch’s best, it’s still quite good.  And I suspect that this movie informed a young Brian De Palma quite a bit, as I actually had to check to make sure he wasn’t in some way associated with it. 


    I also watched a few episodes of the 70s kids’ show Space Academy, which is fun, but not very good.  So far, of that batch of TV series (Jason of Star Command, Ark II, and some others), Space Academy is the lesser.  But oddly enough, Jonathan Harris isn’t that bad.  Usually I can’t stand that guy, but he’s OK here. 


    Also watched a little more Batman: The Brave and the Bold.  Dang that show is nutty.  Good stuff, though.

 
    Outside of watching some movies, I went with some friends to a local bar.  This is not my usual way to spend time and money, but I’m trying to do more new things.  The whole situation was a bit surreal.  After a long day at work, my roommate and I took a bus, with the intention of switching to another bus that would go right by the bar we were heading to.  After missing the intended first bus, we walked a little out of our way and got a second option.  OK, all’s well.  But ten minutes later, while waiting at a light, the loud motor behind us started to get louder.  Then it started making an awful sound, like the screaming of a thousand souls at the gates of hell.  And that’s when the smoke started.  Then the sound died, but the smoke kept up.  After the light finally turned green (dang but that intersection is poorly set up and timed), we got off at the next stop and got out of Dodge.  Blah.  After a good walk in the sun, which was actually fairly pleasant, we arrived at the bar, or pub, I can never tell.  A couple rum & Cokes later and we were on our way.  I just don’t get the bar atmosphere.  I never have.  I’ve been to a number of very different bars over the years, and I’ve always felt like an outsider.  At any moment, someone is going to ask me about the ‘big game’ or some such thing, and I’m gonna be like a spy in East Germany who doesn’t  have his papers.  Unable to answer and hoping for a quick death.  The actual bar itself seems set up to keep you from socializing, putting you all in a line like some feeding trough or cafeteria table.  But venturing out to the tables feels like you’re looking for trouble.  The crowd was a calm group of business types, with one group of Barbie Doll type college girls and a semi-butch lesbian couple.  Upon leaving, I said something thoroughly inappropriate, which someone interpreted as me being drunk.  But that’s just my sense of humor.  Another walk in the sun and we were home.   I keep wanting to expand my social circles and experience, but as much as everyone seems to sing their praises, I just don’t think bars are the place for me.  Even mellow ones where the pop-collar douche bags are absent.

 
    On the music front, I’m still enjoying quirky female vocalists.  This week, I’ve been especially in to St. Vincent.  And I’m finally giving Florence and the Machine a more serious try. 


    I read the next volume of the Conan comic series.  And I finally finished Reality is Broken.  Excellent book.  I’ll be writing up something more about it in the coming days.  In the meantime, go out and get a copy.  Read it.


    Really getting a hankering to do some more gaming, too.  Though I’ve got a specific idea for my next go round, what comes later is still up in the air.  A few options have been swirling around my noggin.  The standard option is to try to get a weekly or biweekly game with a regular crew of about 4 people.  It’s a nice option and can work very well.  But the reality of adult life can make this difficult.  Kids, jobs, and all sorts of other demands can make a regular game night very difficult.  But there are other options.   Maybe an Ars Magica campaign with a crew of 4 to 10 players, who can come or not without effecting the progress of the game.  I’ve seen it work before.  Or, simply playing various games every couple weeks.  Maybe some board games one night, and a one-shot RPG on another.  We’ll see. 



-Matt

Comic Review: Conan: The Hand of Nergal


    A major visual break from the previous volumes, The Hand of Nergal shows how much difference a colorist can make.  Instead of the painterly look of the previous volume, this looks more like stills from a 70s cartoon, like Wizards or Heavy Metal.  It feels less epic, and in a lot of ways, more like the 70s comic than I like. 


    As far as the writing, it’s not bad, but didn’t wow me, either.  The story is very, very grim, and manages to wrap up several subplots that had been circling around Conan for some time, with varying degrees of satisfaction.  Another thing about this volume is there’s really not much going on.  It doesn’t say “and Other Stories” in the title, because the whole thing is the one tale of an evil wizard and a hoard of nasty undead. 


    All in all, this is the weakest volume so far.  I can say that at the time of writing this, I’m a good chunk of the way through the next volume, and things have improved quite a bit.  And I do like Giorello’s penciling.  I think it’s just the coloring that detracts from the overall look of this book.  If you’ve been reading the previous volumes, you will want to check this out because of how it wraps up a bunch of loose threads.  And honestly, a first time reader could pick this volume up without too much difficulty.  I just wouldn’t recommend it.
 



Conan: Volume 6: The Hand of Nergal
Author: Timothy Truman
Artist: Tomas Giorello
Publisher: Dark Horse Books
ISBN:  978-1-59582-178-2
Pages: 152

Previous Conan Reviews:

Volume 0: Born on the Battlefield
Volume 1: The Frost Giant's Daughter
Volume 2: The God in the Bowl
Volume 3: The Tower of the Elephant
Volume 4: The Hall of the Dead
Volume 5: Rogues in the House

-Matt

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Matt's Week in Dork! (6/19-6/25)


    I begin this this Week in Dork in the usual fashion, with the movies I watched.  It’s been kind of a weird week for me, and I’m actually not really sure how I got this many movies in, as the week was kind of a blur.  Anyway, here it goes…

Green Lantern:  Sadly, this is pretty much the movie the trailer made it look like.  Ryan Reynolds is playing Ryan Reynolds again.  Far too much of the film takes place on Earth dealing with exceptionally uninteresting things.  The space stuff doesn’t really have enough time devoted to it to be as interesting as it should be.  And if Blake Lively never steps in front of a camera again, the world will be a better place.  It’s not awful.  But it could and should have been better.  It may seem obvious, but if they’d devoted less time to the crap, and more to the good stuff, the film would have been better.  And there is good stuff. 


Transcendent Man:  “Does God exist?  Well, I would say, ‘not yet.’”  Ray Kurzweil cuts an interesting figure.  At once sad and naively optimistic, he is clearly amazingly accomplished but somehow tinged with a sense of haunted failure (in the body of his late father whose untimely death seems to color much of Kruzweil’s life).  This documentary does try to play somewhat evenly with Kurzweil and his ideas.  It gives time to detractors, supporters, and those who fall in between.  There are some pretty interesting ideas put forth, though nothing is explored in any great depth.  What can not be denied is that Kurzweil has done amazing things and he forecasts even more.  We’ll see. 


Tangled:  Considerably better than the trailers made it look, Tangled is still weighed down by needless, low quality musical numbers.  The humor is a bit forced, but Disney has done worse in that respect (Hunchback for example).  The CG is much better than I expected, though the character design leaves something to be desired.  The story is good, but the movie could have been better.  I’m not against musicals at all, but it was so clearly shoehorned in because it’s expected in a Disney film.  Ugh.  Still, much better than originally expected. 


Doctor Who: Robot:  The first outing of Tom Baker as the Doctor has some cool stuff, and some good U.N.I.T. moments, but is kind of a silly story.  It’s basically King Kong mixed with Frankenstein, but with a robot in the place of the monster.  The mad scientist is delightfully strange and the cabal of scientific utopians bent on recreating the world in their Orwellian image are lots of fun.  This episode will always be special for me, though, because it was the first Doctor Who I ever saw.  I chanced upon it while flipping channels and was hooked from moment one.  


Kiss Me Deadly:  Ralph Meeker is all kinds of cold and nasty as Mike Hammer in this wild, atomic powered Noir classic.  He slaps, he punches, and I don’t even know what he did to Sugar Smallhouse, but poor Charlie Max didn’t like it too much.  He roughs up suspects, punks, thugs, and nice old men in the pursuit of justice.  And what justice.  One of the crazier endings I’ve seen.  Brutal.  Surreal.  And frankly, awesome.

Just how he says 'hello.'

Super 8:  (Upon my second viewing of this film, I found myself enjoying it even more.  This is probably in my top five films of the year, so far).  Like finding a forgotten gem in a video store, Super 8 harkens back to the kid adventure films of the 80s, like The Goonies, The Explorers, Space Camp, and so many others.  Filled with interesting characters and thrilling action, it’s got a lot of heart to back it all up.  And it sports a great cast of kid actors, each putting their stamp on various genre regulars (the Fat Kid, the Nerdy Kid, the Sensitive Kid, etc.).  Put aside your cynicism, and remember why we love movies. 


Doctor Who: Genesis of the Daleks:  A pretty epic story of the very beginning of one of the greatest menaces to face the universe, Genesis of the Daleks introduces us to the people of Skaro before the end of their cataclysmic conflict, and to Davros, the mad genius behind the Daleks.  It’s a really good story, and unlike some of the longer ones, well deserving of the six episodes.  It doesn’t become repetitive or dull in the middle, as some six episode arcs do, and in fact, some elements feel like maybe they could have used some more time devoted to them, like the underground resistance.  A classic story, and one of the better to focus on the Daleks.  And even though Davros is just as over the top and two dimensionally evil as The Master, I simply find him more fun. 


Deadlier Than the Male:  “I do all sorts of things when I’m tight.”  Classic British pulp hero, Hugh “Bulldog” Drummond gets a cheeky Bond style film adaptation.  Occasionally funny, often delightfully awkward, and constantly condescendingly chauvinistic, Deadlier Than the Male is a great deal of fun.  Chock full of ‘That Guy’ actors, beautiful women, and deadly assassins (who also happen to be among the beautiful women).  And the crazy final chess match almost feels like something out of The Avengers.  Great stuff.  Unfortunately, Johnson isn’t the most charming or dynamic of leads, but he’s passable. 


Cursed:  Post Scream idiocy.  Lots of untalented, moderately attractive people run through some of the most lifeless paces you can imagine, hitting nearly every note at exactly the expected time.  Characters seem to work very hard to find the absolutely dumbest things to do.  All the while, what could be fun is mostly just dull.  I love the concept of the werewolf.  I just wish there were more good films using it.  This is definitely not one.  This film is cursed; with dullness.  And the finale is just awful. 

From the film makers to you, the viewer.

Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman:  Pretty much like an extended episode of the Animated Series, this may not be amazing, but like the show, it’s darned good and what I’d love to see from DC’s animated features.  I don’t need them to reinvent the wheel with each movie.  Just tell a good story.  Find out who Gotham’s newest cracked defender is as she tires to do the Bat’s job, taking down a criminal syndicate.  Though it has strong similarities to Mask of the Phantasm, it manages to do its own thing and have a moderately clever twist.  For fans of the show, this is a welcome addition to the franchise.  


    I also got a chance to watch some of Warehouse 13, and was surprised how much I liked it.  It’s sort of a mix of the old Friday the 13th series and Special Unit 2.  Goofy, but a lot of fun.  And it may be the first time since Unforgiven that I’ve liked Saul Rubinek. 


    And I watched a handful of episodes of the completely cracked Batman: The Brave and the Bold.  Crazy Quilt.  Wow.  As one would expect from a character called Crazy Quilt, he loves to leave clues for Batman in the form of…that’s right, paintings.  What is up with DC?


    I finished another volume of Conan, Rogues in the House and Other Stories.  Probably the weakest volume to date, but it’s still better than a lot of Conan material I’ve read.  And due to circumstances totally within my control, I didn’t finish Reality is Broken.  I did get more of it read, but not nearly as much as I should have, and I have no excuse.  Should finish that in the next couple of days, unless I really choke. 


    On the video game front (which for some reason has been active for me recently), I was involved in a co-op game of I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MBIES 1N IT!!!1  in which we seem to have beat the game.  Total madness, and I’m not gonna lie, it left me feeling pretty friggin’ jazzed by the end.  Perhaps laughing a bit maniacally.  Perhaps.  And, had a chance to play some Halo deathmatch with a couple friends.  It was nice playing against people substantially better than me (who weren‘t jerks about it).  I got my butt handed to me, but reveled in every kill, because I knew I worked for ‘em. 


    On a final note, I got to thinking about how my life lacked something important.  I realized what I really need that I don’t have is a team of sexy henchwomen.  So, I want to try to remedy that.  Thus, I’m currently doing an open casting call for sexy henchwomen.  If you’re sexy, have a style all your own (or look really good in uniform), and maybe want to go to a comic convention to have my back, then I want to hear from you.  As with any good hench-job, it’s dangerous, thankless, and short.  But it’ll look good on a resume. 



-Matt

Comic Review: Conan: Rogues in the House and Other Stories


    Things don’t go so well for our Cimmerian hero in this volume.  He faces betrayal and loss, and one really angry ape-man.  Rogues in the House takes up much of the volume, but it’s a good story with some cool Hyborian world building.  It makes me want to see Conan venture into the ‘frontiers of Zamora’ and maybe face off against some more primitive beasts. 


    Conan’s disgust with the softness of princes and the treacherousness of priests is readily apparent, as is his sense of fairness and straight talk.  If he says it, he does it. 


    Nord’s artwork falters a bit, but is still quite good, and Tomas Giorello does a good job filling in for a couple issues.  Overall, though, the volume isn’t as rich and epic looking as earlier volumes.  I can’t put my finger on it, but something seems missing, visually. 


    Timothy Truman seems fine so far in writing the Cimmerian.  Some brooding, some anger, some disgust.  The usual for Conan.  This volume marks a turning point for Conan, as he moves from his wild youth into a more experienced and serious man.  He gets a taste of bitterness with the loss of a good friend and the sting of a woman.


    So, volume 5 is good, but not especially memorable.  Rogues in the House was always an interesting idea, but not one of my favorites.  That said, this is probably the best version I’ve seen.  This is a transitional volume for Conan, where the last volume was kind of a transitional volume for the creative team behind this comic.  Time will tell how that change effects things. 



Conan: Volume 5: Rogues in the House and Other Stories
Author: Timothy Truman
Artists: Cary Nord and Tomas Giorello
Publisher: Dark Horse Books
ISBN: 978-1-59307-903-1
Pages: 160

-Matt

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Comic Review: Conan: The Hall of the Dead and Other Stories


    When Zamora becomes too hot, Conan tries to move on to greener pastures and richer plunder, taking his conniving young lady friend, Jiara, for the ride.  But as usual, he’s run afoul of some dastardly fellows and has a price on his head.  Just another day for the Cimmerian.


    Kurt Busiek’s last couple issues start this volume, followed by an interim story by Hellboy creator Mike Mignola, and rounded out by new series helmer Timothy Truman.  I certainly would have preferred Busiek stay on for the full run of the series, not only because he has such a command of the character, but because I prefer consistency.  That said, so far it hasn’t been bad.  Mignola’s story mixes in some typically Lovecraftian ideas, which fit perfectly with Robert E. Howard’s original writing (Howard and Lovecraft being correspondents for several years, inspiring each other).  

    The art continues to be mostly excellent, though there are a few rough patches.  However, the art for the Mignola written part is particularly good, especially Dave Stewart’s coloring.  Sadly, Nord’s run on the series lasts only a few more issues after Busiek’s departure.


    This volume isn’t amazing.  It feels, and I guess is in many ways, transitional.  Not only is the series changing hands, but Conan seems to be in a sort of flux, leaving one area in search of his next adventure.  Making new friends and new enemies.  And maybe getting some ideas about what else civilization might have to offer a barbarian.  I don’t yet know how I feel about Truman.  That will take at least another volume to start getting a good feel.  Still, if you’ve read the first three volumes, absolutely check this one out.  This is not a good place to start, however.




Conan: Volume 4: The Hall of the Dead and Other Stories
Author: Kurt Busiek, Mike Mignola, and Timothy Truman
Artist: Cary Nord
Publisher: Dark Horse Books
ISBN:  978-1-59307-775-4
Pages: 200


-Matt

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Comic Review: Conan: The Tower of the Elephant and Other Stories


    There is a lot going on in this third volume of Conan.  We start things off with our man running afoul of some nasty demons, but quickly he faces a worse foe in the fickle hearts of women and the cunning treachery of civilized men.  But the story kicks into high gear when it comes to the namesake tale.


    Among my favorite Conan stories, The Tower of the Elephant was a treat to see rendered by Busiek and Nord in this volume.  And the flashback art by Michael Wm. Kaluta fits perfectly.  The sort of Lovecraftian bent to the tale, with intergalactic travelers landing on Earth in its pre-human days, and being worshiped as gods is very cool.


    The series continues to deliver solid adaptations of Howard stories alongside excellent extrapolations.  The art and writing are top notch and the spirit remains true to the original source like nothing else I’ve seen.  Like the heroes of old, Conan carouses, fights, loves, hates, and generally enjoys life.  It’s invigorating stuff.



Conan: Volume 3: The Tower of the Elephant and Other Stories
Author: Kurt Busiek
Artist: Cary Nord
Publisher: Dark Horse Books
ISBN: 9781593075477
Pages: 168


For previous Conan reviews, see:

Volume 0 Born on the Battlefield
Volume 1 The Frost Giant's Daughter
Volume 2 The God in the Bowl

-Matt