DC Haters Gonna Hate

Batman vs Superman: Dawn of Justice

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

 

No worries. No spoilers ahead.

 

This is an intense, action filled movie that was completely worth the fifteen bucks I dropped to see it in 3D. The action was fast-paced. The quotes from this script are going to be numerous. The actors are serious, but that’s how the movie demands they be. It’s a lie that there isn’t any humor in it. I laughed out loud a couple of times.

 

I did not walk into the theater expecting Shakespeare. Nor did I go in with the expectation of seeing Tony Stark and friends. I went to see if Affleck could pull off being Batman (ck), to be entertained (ck), and to see more of what the DC universe will look like (dbl ck).

 

The film’s violence, though extensive, is rather cartoonish. There’s even a scene (straight outta comics) where someone gets thrown through a wall and the only thing missing from the drywall cutout is a profile of the face. That got a chuckle out of me. There is no doubt that the bad guys are bad, the good guys are good, and Lois Lane is insipid.

 

It will help you to understand things better (nope, still not a spoiler) if I explain to you that Metropolis and Gotham are actually across a bay from one another. Apparently, if you’re on a loading dock in Metropolis, you can see the Bat Signal in Gotham. That was news to me. But once established, I was okay with it.

 

This incarnation has Batman pushed to the edge, to the point of obsession, over Superman. The only way to justify his maniacal behavior is to allow the writers to give his savior complex a step sideways. Batman has to put on blinders to his own sins to rant on the wrong doings of Superman. If you watch this with your hypocrite monitor turned on, I think you’ll understand the magic moment of Martha as mom even more.

 

The only reason I didn’t give it the fifth star is because the movie used too many dream sequences, which as a writer drives me crazy (no, it’s not that long a drive). If they’re telling us that the Batman now has the ‘gift of prophesy’, okay. Would you believe I could accept that? But that’s not the case (OMG, please no). The original storyline tells us that the Bat’s alter ego, Bruce Wayne, is “The World’s Greatest Detective” so why not detect? Inserting these dreams into the movie is a lazy device used to move the story forward rather than showing ‘boring’ sequences of the use of intellect. There certainly was no dearth of sequences showing the use of muscle. So, that cost it a star.

 

Yes. Wonder Woman rocks. The females of DC don’t need armor (or any covering) on their shoulders like the wimpy men do. We’re tough like that.

 

I’ll post a piece (once the dust settles) on the quotable quotes that are peppered throughout this installment. And there are so many! Lex is buffoonish, but he has some of the best. Here’s one of my faves from Laurence Fishburne as an example.

“…The American conscience died with Martin, John, and Bobby…”

A cynical, but surprisingly poignant, observation.

 

This movie is definitely getting some bad press. I took notes while watching, and there are several points where I wrote “Seriously?” There are plot holes big enough to drive the revamped Batmobile through. So, I get the negative vibe. But, those moments only serve to remind the viewer this is comic book stuff. We’re not here to see Schindler’s List. Or even Civil War. I do believe there are way more haters of DC (and Affleck, unfortunately) that are not going to allow a voice of dissent for a while to come.

 

But, that time will come. Then you won’t be embarrassed to agree with me in public. Forget the haters. Give this movie its deserved four out of five stars.

The Grandma Geek

Hey everyone!

Another one of Life’s short stories is beginning…

I’ve been asked to be a contributor on an upcoming website to be called, “Geek Street Station.” My posts will be under Grandma Geek. Here’s the opening to my first post.

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The Grandma Geek

Yeah, Grandma Geek. So what? I was a geek when you were learning to walk!

Alright, alright. Sorry. Let’s start over.

*ahem* Hi there. I’m Grandma Geek. Welcome to Geek Street Station.

I tend to get a little defensive these days. The things people say about geeks drives me crazy. Once upon a time we were perceived as awkward, socially inept outcasts. Today we’re supposed to be über intelligent, sophisticated, and even sexy. Where was all this adulation of geekdom when I was young?

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This is going to be so much fun. I’ll post a link here for anyone who might like to check out the site once it goes live.

 

Hillary loves Donald. A conspiracy theory.

 

I cannot be the only one who has thought of this. However, I’ve not found anything in writing as of yet, so as a registered Independent, I’ll say it.

Hillary Loves Donald.

There, it’s now in writing.

Why do I say such a thing? Is it because I have no notion of politics? Is it because I’m a little naive? Is it because I’m stark raving mad?

Well, a little of all of the above.

Now, here’s my “Vast Left Wing Conspiracy” theory (double points if you get the reference).

There are very few people I know personally that are supporters of The Donald for President. Okay, I’ll be honest. There is only one that I know myself. Even that person, though a good heart, kind, yadda, yadda, yadda… that person is misguided. Always has been. Should his world view ever be expanded beyond his back door, I’m certain he would be a much more rounded person. Read that as you will.

Now, on the left hand, we have Hillary. She has a world view beyond compare. How she’s chosen to interpret the input is in her own doing. The charges against her, though never convicted (she’s not stupid), would tighten the most hardened stomach. Everyone knows she has wanted to be President from the beginning. You cannot have forgotten her quote, “We are the President!” have you? If you claim to have never heard that, you’re cute. Now, go check Snapchat while the grownups talk.

Over on the right hand, we have The Donald. This guy has been talking about running for President since the 1980’s. This is the first time it’s gotten so far. Which raises the question: Why?

Side Question: Have you ever watched House of Cards? If not, let me say it is fabulous entertainment. If you have, you know where I’m going with this.

Also, as a quick reminder; Hillary lost the Democratic nomination to President Barack Obama in the election of 2008.

Now, the set-up complete, the conspiracy theory begins.

 

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What if…

Hillary was told by the back room powers-that-be to step aside to allow the first black President. Then, once his term(s) were through, she could run with all blessings.

As the Presidency of Barack Obama came to an end, a stooge was  plucked from the masses, someone no thinking voter could tolerate, and set up as the opposing party’s choice. Hillary’s main supporters put out a call (via very private email during her stint as Madame Secretary, perhaps?) to her loyal fan base to switch parties, and vote for the loud mouth ignoramus that has been set up to run against her. She cannot lose. How can she not love Donald Trump?

Wait, you say. What about Bernie?

Okay, everyone. Are we done laughing?

I predict Bernie will have a total meltdown, and soon. Even if he doesn’t (snicker) the Electoral College will sway toward the favor of Ms. Clinton no matter the popular vote. Mark my words.

So, Trump continues to say whatever bullshit that pours from his mouth, because he’s been encouraged to be as outlandish, as ridiculous, and as myopic a xenophobe as he wants to be. His repulsive behavior (and, IMHO, face) will turn even the most hardened hater of the Clinton’s to vote for Hillary.

I hate to say it, but I am nearly swayed.

Nah. I’ll still write in Condoleezza Rice as my protest vote. I know a vote for Ms. Rice is going to be a throwaway vote, and therefore a vote for Clinton. But since I know the next President will be Hillary, I don’t think it much matters.

I dare you to join me.