When I watched this (twice) two years back, I liked it (<–and, yes, that review is clever) but I was still kinda hung up on the facts. I was watching it for information, like 60 Minutes, and not drinking it in as a work of art. Which it is. A scary work of art, but art nonetheless.
I “liked it” (though not really the right word) even more now. And it still angers up the blood.
Now we’re cookin’.
First, it rains eyeballs.
Then there’s a GL who can talk to the dead.
Then there’s a babysnatcher flying around the Universe and only the Mercy Plants can help us.
Oh – and let’s not forget these purple love babes (I thought Sapphires were blue?) who don’t quite understand the danger of their emotions. (And they’re mostly naked.)
Green Lantern comics are fun but Green Lantern Corps comics are where it is at.
Our space cops are zipping around the Universe, doing whatever the blue guys tell them, and slinging jokes in all direction.
This time, after the Sinestro Corps War leaves everyone on Earth, Guy Gardner opens a bar, Kyle Rayner quits a job at the Rose Center for Earth and Space (!) and everyone runs afoul of those pesky Bliss Plants again.
This book ends with the death of the littlest, bravest GL and I can’t lie and say it didn’t get me a little emotional.
If you are gonna’ do as I do, and try to read every GL book you can get your hands on before sinking in to Blackest Night/Brightest Day, you maybe don’t need to read this one as part of that binge. It is a lot of stuff you’ve already read – but it has a nice flow.
Because that’s what a lot of these comic book stories are, right? The retelling, over and over, in different formats, mediums and styles, of the same story.
So here is a nice mix of the GL origin, taking from the Silver Age and blending with today, and making it nice. Great place to start, I would say.
Hal Jordan taken prisoner- without his ring! And then has to suffer the indignity of those weak Global Guardians (booooo France!) Then Alan Scott comes and yells at him. Later the Star Sapphire appears making Carol Ferris and Cowgirl Pearlman (a Jewish cowgirl?) all pink and naked. It is a great deal of fun.
There are several things to get excited about here. GL and Green Arrow being attacked by dream plants? Cyborg-Superman? And undead Arisa wearing next to nothing at all in Sector 3601? Lastly, a quick moment where Batman wears the Power Ring (and some heavy shit goes down.)
The first book after Rebirth that has Hal Jordan back on Earth and in the Corps. He fights Manhunters, Hector Hammond and gets all woozy around Cowgirl. He also fights a giant man-shark on the shores of a rebuilt Coast City.
The early 1980s were just when the Green Lantern stories were truly getting weird. This collection (recently reprinted) explores mini-story arcs concerning some of the background and bizarre members of the Corps. Like a kick-ass Space Chipmunk, for example. Some of the art (like the stuff Dave Gibbons does) is starting to look trippy, too. Nothing compared to today’s wildly bright and almost Kandinsky-like panels – but still pretty damned good.
The “Chronicles” are nicely preserved reproduction of the first Silver Age GL stories from Sept 1959 through Dec 1960.
Here’s a little secret: I love corny comics. It’s a nice window into the past – in some ways better than old movies because it is the actual text upon which that culture was built.
So when Hal Jordan stops a rocket holding a piece of paper with the formula for a new “X-500 Neutron Plane” from flying off to an “evil country” but still thinks, “Gee, how will I ever get Carol to say ‘yes’ to a date?” I’m freaking out with seven different layers of awesome.
I like many of Stan Brakhage’s films. Honest I do. But this is a prime example of a “doc about some famous guy” you are ever likely to see. You learn virtually nothing about Stan Brakhage, why he is important or what his process is. This movie is a sham.
Nothing pains me more than to tell you a movie with a poster as cool as this is no good.
But, alas, just saying, “hey – Vikings shot realistically!” isn’t enough for a movie. Almost nothing happens in this except walking, shitting and chopping down wood.
Just because you put Popul Vuh on your soundtrack it doesn’t mean you are Werner Herzog.
Fun and surreal in a way that almost seems unfair to other 1980s horror flicks.
Acting is terrible, sure, but the set pieces are really clever and filled with pep. In many ways, this is a better nuthouse movie than Shutter Island.
If you even like this movie a little, you really owe it to yourself to read this dopey thing I wrote for UGO.
How Hal Jordan got his soul separated from Specter and his body undead from Parallax, and did it with the aid of his fellow Lanterns.
All modern GL stories (and, I spose, DC in general) has a lot of its roots here in this extremely readable, fun and brightly drawn book.
The rollicking intergalactic police force continues its patrol – this time Guy Gardner must go undercover into the Green Lantern Corpse to do some back operations.
Also: Mogo gets a virus that causes all sorts of problems. Really fun.
A borderline-amusing sit com setup in a wacky, hippie restaurant. Shocking that the dude who made Head-On made this.
Not entirely without its charms, but too laid back for its own good and very one-dimensional. Excellent needle drops and some well-edited musical sequences, though.
It pains me to say this. But my dear, wonderful Alexander Siddig, who so very much deserves to be a leading man, will find few new fans with Cairo Time.
Ain’t his fault. It’s a lame screenplay shot in the most boring fashion imaginable. Pretend someone took A Passage to India, set it in modern Cairo, but put it through a horrible blandening machine. That’s this turkey of a picture.
I’m a gigantic Rush fan, so I loved this.
If you don’t like Rush, you’ll be in hell.
If you don’t know about Rush, this is a better than average “get to know you” doc. One thing I love about it is that it focuses on the music, and what makes the music different. So many docs just say “they were great,” this goes out of its way to EXPLAIN what you are hearing, in sometimes technical terms. Cool.
I can’t stop thinking about this movie.
Frankly, it’s never been out of my mind since I first saw it on VHS in the 1980s. Or, frankly, since my parents first described it to me when they saw it in the theater.
It’s a little bit of a miracle, and the fact that some people giggle during it (yeah, okay, the mastodons look a little hoaky) make me sad for their inability to suspend their disbelief.
Maybe I’m just too quick to suspend my disbelief and I have a problem or something but that’s a blogpost for another day. This movie shocks me down to the very core. It is a full-on crazy survival science fiction movie and yet IT IS ABOUT US!!!!
I want to show this in a double feature with The Road. And then I will go and hit you on the head for food.