World I want to live in. It started with a tweet; Donald Glover, after the suggestion for a black Spider-Man arose on io9, threw his name into the ring and the #donald4spiderman Twitter craze began. Donald, who is fantastic on Community, also co-wrote and starred in the hilarious film Mystery Team, and dabbles in rap under the alias Childish Gambino. Young and wicked awesome, he would make an awesome Spider-Man, and many agree, which means that the backlash would be tremendous. Soon rumblings of Alison Brie playing Mary Jane, who is nearly as amazing and twice as attractive as Donald Glover, appeared, and I’m also for that idea, just like I’m for the idea of them playing Misty and Brock in the Pokemon fanfiction that exists in my head. It helps that they’re perfect, thus they’re perfect for everything. Anyway, someone poised the question of “What if a white person played Shaft?” as a refute of the idea of a black man playing Spider-Man, which caused minds like mine to just fill the slot with Danny Pudi, who is a better Batman than Christian Bale, despite the obvious physical inadequacies. Where am I going with this?
You can view the second trailer and the first TV spot (though there was a new one during the MTV Movie Awards, too) by clicking on the words indicating them. The clip, courtesy of MTV and io9, after the jump. Three words: fuckin’ Wallace Wells. (Oh, the clip has nothing to do with Subspace, but rather Luke Wil…Lucas Lee)
Postavant is back. Doesn’t it look spiffy? No, it does not, because it is literally the exact same website it was before it was taken down for improvements. Six months of tireless work was all for nothing, so instead I’m just putting the old duds up and improving on that. If it’s going to change again, it’s going to be because of an awesome epiphany that I have yet to have. But enough about that; I’ll save it for later posts. The MTV Movie Awards were tonight, and as usual, they were a trainwreck. A trainwreck that every year, one major thing happens that causes Youtube to start flickering COPYRIGHT OF VIACOM everywhere. This year, no exception…barely. The few tweets I made and some other little blurbs of thoughts after the jump.
This is a complicated, frustrating year. Most of the films in contention aren’t that great, the great performances and films are being largely ignored, and no prognosticator can agree on where the noms are going to line up in this field of 10. Hell, not even the voters can pick ten films to vote for! The nominations come out in less than 72 hours, so here are my kind of gutsy but most likely fail-filled predictions. Le sigh.
The site will be back soon. There is a lot of things that have been on my plate that have been keeping me away from even thinking about this place, and old habits of not doing something die hard. So taste this little chunk that you are not going to read and like it. Re-posted from Jake Martinez’ Facebook. Since it was posted as a note for the world to see, I assume that there is no privacy issue on his part. I don’t care about the dumb girl involved.
I assure you I’m alive and that the reason for there being next to no posts in a long ass time can be viewed in the CONSTRUCTION link. Yeah, this inactivity is worth something and is definitely known.
Before I begin writing any sort of review for The Twilight Saga: New Moon (Chris Weitz, 2009), I would have to give my history with the franchise. I was peer pressured to read the entire series just when it started to become popular, and as I finished the first novel, I was floored by how soul-crushingly awful it was. I think Stephenie Meyer and the way she glorifies her insanely warped views on relationships, sex and most of all just general human decency are disturbing, especially because of how her words and beliefs as defined by what she was written in these overlong messes of novels have become accepted by literally millions of females young and old. When I read New Moon, it seemed like it became even worse; the big bag of psychological disorders (Edward Cullen) who constantly wants to kill you and eat you, the abusive angry jerk (Jacob Black) who constantly wants to smash your face in, and the bothersomely vapid girl who everyone thinks is perfect and amazing (Bella Swan), loving the idea of either treating her like some sort of secondhand citizen and most of all, a rapedoll. You could read lots of essays and analyses about how the Twilight novels pretty much spells the end of feminism as we know it, so I’ll save you the time.
If this has happened to you, it is either because 1. you deserve it or 2. it was an accident and for that I apologize. Picture example from Nathaniel’s Facebook, who I did not and will not delete, but his profile is the one I just happened to be on.
Allow me to take the time to rant and rave about my high school (good golly gosh I’m so young), by stating obvious things that everyone has been talking about for months via Facebook, or in one case, just today. Towards the beginning of the year, there was a big push by the district administration, which I have publicly shown much disdain for on No Honeymoon and Eye on PUSD in their comment sections. Now I have learned that those two fantastic blogs don’t exist anymore, which is depressing. I miss those things dearly, even though I ignored them for a while. This big push by administration on all the schools were over a policy that REQUIRED students to wear IDs on lanyards at all times while they are on campus, and would face stiff consequences if they didn’t. This stuck for about…two weeks, until it withered away. I made sure to count every ID I saw this week, and I saw two. Two people wearing the damn lanyard with an Ironwood ID inside. I also saw three other people waring a lanyard, but with either a fake ID inside it drawn on paper (lulzy) or a Cenntennial ID. That’s right, nobody wears Ironwood IDs now, guys, just IDs from OTHER schools.
