Definitely better than IM2. Not quite as good as Avengers, but a very enjoyable movie.
( I'll start with my short list of quibbles and then move on to the positive )
And it got me wondering whether people would like me to make more video tutorials on Vidding 101 in Final Cut Pro 7? Of course many of the techniques are very similar in other video editing programs. But I could cover all the basics of how to use the program and then simple stuff like keyframing, basic effects, masks, colour, etc. I could also do things like "what is a codec, and why does it matter?" and such. I am torn as to whether this is a good idea, because there are already video tutorials out there on how to use Final Cut? But, on the other hand, often those tutorials are frustrating to me as a vidder because vidders have idiosyncratic problems and needs.
Would anyone want me to make such a thing? Or would it be obsolete?
I also hesitate to make tutorials because I don't want to present myself as any kind of authority - there are a billion vidders around who know way more than I do about basically every aspect of vidding. I do very very basic stuff. So it would all be intended as 101-level.
What do you guys think?
i deliberately held off upgrading from 10.6 to 10.7 and above because 10.7 broke all of the old Cocoa apps and i had a ton of them still. including my beloved AIM client i'd been dragging my feet on moving off of because it was exactly what i wanted in an AIM client and nothing else i've used works the same. :( (no suggestions, please. i've tried every single available replacement. they all suck. i've got one that sucks slightly less than the others that i've been using for google talk, but i don't have to be happy about it, dammit.) it also broke the tweaks you could use to make the Dock 2D and transparent -- i can make it 2D using the built-in hidden preferences, but the hidden pref to make it transparent was removed in this update and apple also broke every single one of the old hacks you could use to customize it. this is going to take quite a lot of getting used to. (look, i absolutely hate it when my computing environment changes, okay? I HAVE ISSUES.)
it also broke my latin dictionary. you'd be surprised how often i need a latin dictionary. i've found a replacement, but still.
Written for the cap_ironman reverse big bang. Inspired by Royswordsman's awesome, awesome art. Click on the thumbnail below to see the full-sized artwork.
The beginning is always today (18230 words) by marinarusalka
Fandom: Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics), Marvel (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Reed Richards, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson
Additional Tags: Angst, Friendship, Gen or Pre-Slash, Cap_Ironman Reverse Bang Challenge
After the siege of Asgard and the defeat of Norman Osborn, Steve is busy with his new duties and Tony is busy establishing Stark Resilient and working on the new Iron Man armor -- until Tony is accused of murder. Now Steve and Tony must work together to clear Tony's name. If only they can stop arguing for five minutes.Notes: Thanks to muccamukk for beta reading and making the story much better.
Once upon a time, a man was diagnosed with a malignant tumor. Fortunately, it was caught early. He visited several doctors to help him decide on the proper treatment.
The conservative doctor didn’t see anything wrong with the tumor, and refused to listen to any arguments against it.
The liberal doctor understood that sometimes cancer was harmful, but thought it could be controlled so it would be a kindlier, gentler cancer.
The politically correct doctor thought “malignant” was a judgmental term, and that doctors should start referring to such tumors as “differently benign.”
The pseudo-left doctor suggested removing only the straight white male parts of the tumor.
The libertarian doctor believed that everything would be fine if the tumor were permitted to grow on it’s own, without outside interference.
The intellectual doctor said that tumors were just the result of biology, and therefore there would always be tumors of one kind or another, even though he fervently wished it were otherwise.
The post-modernist doctor denied that we could know there was a tumor, and also objected to the privileging of health.
The pseudo-intellectual doctor tsked about all of the unpredictable complications surgery could cause and concluded nothing could be done, though he did wring his hands in a very engaging way.
The pacifist doctor agreed the tumor should go, so long as it could be gotten rid of without killing any cancer cells.
The socialist doctor was a surgeon, and cut the fucking thing out, and the man lived happily ever after.
My kiddie perfumes and things I sampled from my mother were pretty uneven. Evening in Paris, anyone? I liked the bottle, not the smell. From God knows where, I picked up White Shoulders, Chanel No. 5 (I'm still not a fan) and something on the tip of my nose I'll remember in a minute. My highschool friends wore Shalimar and the horrible, awful, Charlie, and another baby-flowers-smelling thing that I've suppressed. Oh, Topaz! (ugh, spelled Topaze, and was it really by Avon? I don't care, I had the creme version and it smelled glorious)! I was given or grabbed a bottle of Topaz from an older female relative. And My Sin (liked the bottle; discontinued?? Really?) and Arpège for a dab or two. And Joy, by Patou; and wow, Shocking by Schiaparelli... I'm amazed I remember these. There was something green, too, with a zigzag on the bottle. What was the one that looked like a cat? Hah, also in highschool, 4711 because it smelled both crazy citrus and like a limey club soda and alcohol drink.
I wore my share of awful hippie oils, though there was one absolutely mesmerizing oil Betty Jeanne brought back from India, black and sticky in a small cheap bottle with a blue plastic top, that I wore until it vanished. It was around that time that I picked up the trick of laying down a base scent of my own juices at pulse points, underneath the scents, to make them smell better on my skin and last longer. May have been freak sex lore at the time or just common practice, I don't know.
Parure by Guerlain, the perfume (no longer available, though the EDT is); a chypre with plum, bergamot, jasmine, oakmoss, leather, and green and other floral notes
Dioressence, the vintage scent, that's been reformulated; the original was, I read, an animalic rather rich with scents of decomposition; I'm sure I didn't make those associations, but I knew what I liked, and I loved this
Diorissimo, very different from Dioressence; I found this when a gift-giver couldn't keep the two straight
Lauren, by Ralph Lauren, discontinued. It was showy and everyone wore it, but it was the one perfume I wore that literally turned men's heads. They liked the way it smelled, or smelled on me, and I was sniffed in the elevators at the Gallery often
I had an insane passage with Bal a Versailles. I don't know what I was thinking.
There's a gap, then; a missing decade I can't remember.
Within the past ten years or so, I've worn Eau d’Iparie, a heady myrrh and incense by L'Occitane, which was discontinued damn it. I broke the only bottle I bought on my mother's bathroom floor, and by the next time I got to a store it was gone. I wore the frankly stinky Hyssop, too, because something in it appealed to me. BPAL, sorry, just doesn't work for me. I've tried, but there's something about those oils that disappoints.
The best recently was Annick Goutal's L'Eau d'Hadrien, right down to the last drop.
Christy has given me some scents recently, but I haven't really worn any of them. I'm looking now for something new to wear. I've gone through perfume counters test spraying, and my arms smell pretty interesting. I had to try the Hermès Jardin en le Nil and Jardin sur le toit, both of which are quite nice, if not the transcendent experience I've read about. I'm looking for Goutal's Mandragore to try; actually, I've put in a bid on a bottle on ebay. I'm thinking of an expedition, with Olya, my partner in crime, to run the gamut of the Macy's counter and then scrub off to try the counters at Saks.
ETA: Tabu! eeee (also high school)
This time, I'm going to narrow things down a bit to a few specific fandoms that I think I'll probably be able to write without any trouble. Mainly because I want to actually manage to write stories for the prompts, which I haven't always been able to do in the past.
The options are: Doctor Who (Classic Who, EDAs, Big Finish, and/or New Who), The Hobbit, Marvel Comics (MCU, MA:A, or 616 -- X-Factor is the big one right now, but feel free to give prompts for other titles), Once Upon a Time, Rise of the Guardians, and Star Trek (any series, but AOS is probably the most likely to be written).
You know the drill: fandom / character(s) or pairing(s) / some type of prompt. Any genres, any characters, any relationships.
As described by The Guardian’s Alison Flood, Amazon announced yesterday that it had secured licences for the bestselling Gossip Girl series by Cecily von Ziegesar, for Sara Shepard's Pretty Little Liars and for LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries from Alloy Entertainment. The licences will allow fans to publish authorised stories set in the different fictional universes as ebooks for the Kindle, with royalties paid to both the original author and the fan fictioneer.
According to Christian Science Monitor’s Husna Haq, Kindle Worlds will officially launch in June with more than 50 commissioned works from authors like Barbara Freethy, John Everson, and Colleen Thompson, according to Amazon. Amazon Publishing will set the price for the works, with most priced at $0.99 to $3.99.
( And a whole lot more )
However, as The Guardian’s Mathilda Gregory observed, the royalty offered is a lot less than Amazon's normal cut for other self-published authors who use their own characters. Franchise owners will be getting a chunky cut and authors also won't own the copyright to their ideas. If the owners of the characters you play with produce something similar and earn squillions, you'll apparently have no comeback, it seems.
Telegraph’s Catherine Scott wrote Even for writers who are happy to sign up to these conditions, there remains a major question. If E L James made a fortune from unlicensed fan fiction without having to cede any royalties to the original author, why would anyone voluntarily credit and pay the author if they do not have to? Fan fiction writers may prefer to sell their work independently of Amazon, and simply gamble on the assumption that the original author won’t take legal action.
In the Toronto Star, Malene Arpe wrote Of course, one of the joys of fan fiction is the ability to play with the characters like little literary puppets. But once you step in into Kindle Worlds, there are strict guidelines to be adhered to. MSN was more blunt: But here comes the bad news — the fan fiction cannot include any sexually explicit material. Do they not know what fan fiction is?!
But, according to PC Magazine’s Chandra Steele, when asked if Fifty Shades of Grey would violate the "no pornography" clause, an Amazon spokesperson said, "Fifty Shades of Grey involves consensual sex between adults and does not violate our content guidelines." So how Amazon defines pornography is definitely somewhere outside the "I know it when I see it" dictum.
( More, more )
Finally, though his blog is outside the usual scope of these roundups, several of these articles reference it, so I will too: John Scalzi laid out his initial response to Kindle Worlds in Amazon’s Kindle Worlds: Instant Thoughts.
But, as a result of my hyperobsession with SPN. I have a vid idea now. One that I am honestly a bit terrified of (because it's kind of...complicated and I doubt my ability to pull it off, so it could end up being a confusing hot mess instead of what I want it to be. Or, even worse, I am overestimating my ideas and it will just be *boring*). This kind of vid angst, however, is the kind that that means I am actually going to make a vid, though. It means I have an idea that I really, really want to see...badly enough that it bothers me that I might not pull it off like it is in my head, so I have to at least try.
It would really help, though...if I had a song, which is frustration number one. I tend to get ideas in search of a song more than the other way around, so this is nothing new...but I kind of hate the song search part, digging through piles of music and bugging my go to "I NEED A SONG FOR THIS" people, listening to song after song that is not quite right until the right one stands up and hollers 'I am your vid'.
But also, even when I do find the song, which I have faith I will since I've yet to have an idea I wanted badly where a song didn't eventually present itself. The process of building my new vidding computer won't even start until next month. And suddenly, not even really having the option to vid is distressing. What if the right song shows up tomorrow?!? I am attempting to deal with this by putting together an honest to god clip database in an excel spreadsheet. A thing I have gaped with awe at when other vidders do (my first vid partner made these and I thought of them a bit like magic), but I have never managed because I get bored and distracted and wander away and end up with, like, an episode and a half done (kind of like when I attempt to actually clip before I vid and give up after two hours and just start scrubbing through ALL the source as it stands in one big chunk). I dunno, maybe the inability to just wander away and cheat through to the really fun part is actually good for me? Because this database is actually closer to becoming an entire thing than I've ever managed before. Then again this show has eight freaking seasons, so I'm not patting myself on the back just yet.
If I do pull it off, I suspect that when I do have the new computer and the song, the actual vidding process might go really fast for me because I won't have to flailingly search for a single thing, I'll be able to do a quick filter search for whatever in my spreadsheet and have, like, actual timestamps in seconds. OMG, if I do find a song before the new computer is built, I might even try storyboarding. I'm vaguely fascinated to see if this theory that pre-organization and planning will end in a faster process on the back end...or if I'll just end up tossing my neatly organized plans out the window in favor of the wildly messy free for all that is my usual process the second I'm sitting in front of premiere for real.
Today I have an appointment for the move-out inspection at the old place, so that's at least one thing I can't not do; it'll get done, thank the various.
Partly it sucks being so far behind on everything. Having two summer jobs and, y'know, a freakin' dissertation to start doesn't make self-motivation easy. None of them have deadlines! Deadlines are so helpful. And on the other hand, I'm kind of thinking, you know what, it is actually Saturday and I've been shifting boxes all week, so why the angst? Maybe I could angst tomorrow instead. Or even put that off until Monday.
Anyhow, I think I'm too disorganized even for a to-do list at this point, but a to-do brainstorming session might be within my powers.
( catching up on everything )
One does begin to wonder after a while if, all potential aside, one has difficulties with follow-through, and that is why one will never finish big extended projects without the whip/carrot of external motivation, despite the best of intentions.
That is, would you still recommend to a die-hard Star Trek fan to go see it in theatres even with all the things wrong with this movie? Any thoughts you'd like to share, without getting too spoiler-y, would be very, very welcome!
ETA: Warning: Comments are getting a little spoilery!
I know this is boring and it should go without saying, but apparently it hasn’t been said enough: this idea that fembots are the perfect women is just wrong. It suggests that men want someone over which they have perfect control. And that’s creepy… and boring.
Here’s an example of the phenomenon (via About-Face):
That part where they make eyes at each other, he instructs the GPS to take them home, and she hits the button to heat up her (cold, hard) “seat.” Just… ew.
Here’s another especially troubling example, sent in by a reader. It’s some sort of ad for Play Station 3. It features a fembot being assembled and “woken.” The narration explains that she will ”cook, watch the house, take care of the kids” and be “entirely at your disposal as a sexual partner.”
At some point the fembot realizes she is being sold and expresses shock and disappointment. The man in charge explains, “Of course you’re merchandise, baby.” When she says that she’d thought she was alive, he labels her “defective.” That thought was not “part of the protocol,” he says, “You’re not supposed to think at all.” He then decides to destroy her, but succumbs to her pleas to let her “live” after all. Again, a super creepy story about the ideal woman.
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So, yes, I'm definitely enjoying the new job so far, and I really do think it's going to be a better fit for me. We'll have to wait and see for certain, though.
My father spent his years fighting his size, wishing he was smaller, weaker, less of a giant. He was taught to hate his body, and he was ashamed of the amount of space he took up. But he passed his strength to me, and I won’t squander my inheritance. I will not let myself be diminished.link to complete essay by Tiffany Kell
I am my father’s daughter. I too am a giant, built of strength and flesh. And I am strong enough to carry myself and others, even when they can’t carry themselves.
*Probably hard-boiled, and I'll just hand it off to whoever'd like it.
starandrea: ...They went to the range on Easter?
marcicat: I know. There's nothing about that sentence that isn't awesome.
starandrea: It's not like archery, right? Do we have to retrieve the things we shoot?
marcicat: I think that's a different class. There's one about shooting in motion, where you jump out of cars or behind walls, but this is just stand and shoot. Actually it's probably more like, stand... stand... stand... stand... stand... okay, shoot. Stand.
marcicat: I'm taking a backpack. I mean, what are they gonna think is in it, a gun?
starandrea: Aren't they trained for that sort of thing?
marcicat: Yeah, it's not like at a baseball game where they're like, "Oh my god, a water bottle!"
marcicat: It's sort of like... is anyone at your workplace autistic?
marcicat: Other than you?
The job is at a Prestigious But Rural West Coast Institution (farm country, but a train ride away from the city) which I actually am familiar with from my time in California. The learning experience that I took away from the Prestigious East Coast Institution rigmarole was that I needed to be more careful where I applied, geographically; it needed to be either somewhere I was prepared to live, or somewhere I was prepared to sacrifice my ideal living situation for. This is the latter. At least, I think so right now.
When I started applying to jobs, the goal was one application per day during the week, and for most of March and about half of April I pretty much kept to that rule. Slowly I've been narrowing criteria: only applying to jobs in certain areas, and only applying to jobs which will actually be a step up from where I am now. There are a lot of "Development Associate" positions out there, which is basically "Paid Intern" -- it's a permanent job and you earn a salary, but you're learning the trade on your way to a more specific job route within the Not For Profit world. Frankly I'm kind of done with apprenticeships, so I ruled those out unless they look extra-plus awesome. And I ruled out administrative jobs, because I'm not going to put myself to the inconvenience of moving and getting a new job just to do what I'm doing now. Which isn't unsatisfying, but I could be doing more. I realised the other day that at the moment I am totally the kid in class who isn't being challenged enough.
But being challenged is a lot of hard work, so IDK.
Anyway, I suppose this whole process has meant that if nothing else I'm meeting a lot of new people in exciting places. Maybe I'll get a paid trip to California, too.
SEE THE WORLD AND TELL IT WHERE YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS.
First, of course, it's the Glorious 25th of May, for all you Discworld fans.
It's also the 36th anniversary of the release of the original, non-Episode IV Star Wars. We weren't completely unprepared -- technically, Jaws was the first "blockbuster" -- but, besides being the coolest thing most of us had ever seen up to that point, Star Wars was absolutely transformative in how films were both created and marketed. Along with Star Trek, it can be considered one of the foundations of modern mythology.
And, celebrating another of those foundations, it's Towel Day, celebrating the life and writings of author Douglas Adams, creator of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Here's hoping that, someday, we'll all have a proper edition of that mind-bogglingly useful book.
And, on top of all that, it's the birthday of such geek legends as Edward Bulwer-Lytton (1803), Sir Ian McKellen (1939), Frank Oz (1944), Barry Windsor-Smith (1949), and Stan Sakai (1953).
How are you celebrating Geek Pride Day? I'm at Up In The Aether Con in Dearborn, MI, where the place has already been going crazy since yesterday morning. Wonderful folks, superb cosplay, Victorian mad science, gorgeous women in corsets, fun fun fun.
( Recipe! )
( !!!!!!! spoilers, mostly incoherent )
In fact, now that I'm nearing the last third of the story, I'm going to have to start fleshing out all the vaguer outlined sections. I have a few very strong scenes tightly planned, some of them even in first draft form, but there's a bunch of stuff that needs to be properly approached. It will depend on how 9 goes.
Given the sheer amount of stuff that still needs to happen, I can already tell my length estimate is off. I'm averaging around 14pp / 6k per chapter, and if I keep to around that length, there's probably enough story for another, uh, 6 chapters at minimum, maybe 8? I don't have the whole battle stuff in detailed enough form to be sure. So yeah, probably 100k, not 80k. There's enough plot in this thing for three fics, but it just needs to be all in one.
2. I wasn't thrilled about working tonight on my day off, but I got to take home a ton of free meat, so that was a nice bonus. (I posted a picture on Twitter of my haul.)
- Friday, 0013: Tumblr favorite: http://gyzym.tumblr.com/post/5118859590
2/the-longest-shadows-ever-cast (from gyzym)
- Friday, 0028: Tumblr favorite: http://tatterdemalionamberite.tumblr.co
m/post/51178013591/temporaldecay-nightin gales-before-we-begin (from tatterdemalionamberite)
- Friday, 0101: My fitbit #Fitstats for 5/23/2013: 1,150 steps and 0.5 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/23LLYD
- Friday, 0127: @trixieleitz Hee, snuggling hens are awesome.
- Friday, 0225: @trixieleitz Clingy hens! ( read the other 10 )
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And ST:Into Darkness! I didn't set my expectations low enough! It was like the weakest parts of War Games in a blender with *handwaves vaguely* cheryypicked fragments of the source material to give the illusion of Trek-ness papering over the bits between the explosions. The plot mostly held together, other than the flimsy Prime Directive mess at the beginning, and the fistfight that had me jonesing for Uhura/Spock/Kirk at the end, and the middle... okay, cold mess from beginning to end. I was checking my watch an hour in, ugh. Maybe Abrams has swapped the traditional ST Odds Curse for an Evens Curse? Even if timing is pushed around so he can finish SW and get cracking on Reboot Three, it's pretty hard to mess up The Search for Spock with the canon divergences in Into Darkness. Or I will eventually accept that the reboot series is not my favorite ST series, but that's okay. And while waiting for that to happen, I will rewatch the clasics (The Voyage Home: embracing the camp!) while rereading War Games and Need to Know or maybe Miss P's reboot fic.
Expectations are everything: I went into IM3 expecting epic fail and enjoyed a move that threw itself at the ground and missed; Into Darkness was judged against a 20 year old standard and found wanting. I dread the inevitable sketchy pon farr movie so very much.
Re the prescription: I called both my neurologist and my PCP today and left messages with them--with the neuro I just asked if he wanted to see me because this headache thing isn't really getting better, or if he wanted to prescribe something I could take until it breaks or TO break it. However, I forgot to call until about a little before 4pm, so odds on him getting back to me before Tuesday are pretty much nil, given that I haven't gotten a call back yet. I also left a message with my PCP saying that one medication he gave me was discontinued and the other (keterolac, maybe?) just wasn't working at all, so what should I do. I did not get a call back from the doctor's office. I did, however, get an email notification from Walgreens letting me know I had a prescription ready for Fioricet. I've taken that before; it works pretty well, so I have that and hopefully it'll get me through until hopefully the doxycyline kills the sphenoid sinus infection I have going, if I even still have it; I can't tell anymore, all I know is that my head still hurts. If I have to see my doctor again I'm going to ask for a CT scan or MRI to show if I still have sphenoid sinusitis or not. That way at least I know what I have to deal with.
sigh. But I bought a really pretty colorful elephant mobile today at Folklife so that was something. And my dad was able to get me a free ticket to go home in July so yay on that.
Back in the 90s, when I first started to get into superheroes, Superman was the one who took a regular beating in discussions as the one who's boring, impossible to update because he's good and not ambiguous, only palpable in combination with someone who is ambiguous, like Batman, and what not. I can't say I had strong feelings on the subject - I had seen the first three Chistopher Reeve films in the 70s and 80s, but only once each, with no more emotional echo than mild interest. I had also read The Dark Knight Returns by Frank Miller (aka the first one to feature Miller's Superman-is-a-tool-for-the-establishment interpretation). However, then came the tv show Lois & Clark, and lo and behold, affection was ignited. Looking back, not least because of one significant change Lois & Clark made in comparison to the Richard Donner films and also what bits and pieces of comics I'd read. While keeping the 40s screwball comedy set up of Clark Kent competing against himself-as-Superman for Lois' affections, it jettisoned the idea of Lois disdaining Clark while adoring Superman in favour of a narrative where while Lois initial' reaction to Clark is irritation (and initial reaction to Superman is being wowed), the two become (bickering) best friends and partners (as journalists) independent from Lois' Superman crush (and flirtations with other guys). In fact, looking back, Lois & Clark is perhaps the most successfull tv story with a falling-in-love-with-your-best-friend arc, not least because it shows us the the two of them becoming friends first. Lois and Clark sitting on the floor of her apartment eating pizza and talking their ears off is one of the images from the show that sticks with me and sums up the type of relationship they have.
Now, if Dean Cain's character is firmly anchored on the "Clark Kent is real, Superman is the mask" side of the interpretation (and also very unangsty; he's got no issues with being adopted or being an alien, and while he is in love with Lois before she's in love with him, he's not pining or stalking), this is, in fact, not the only only Superman interpretation which really managed to impress me and capture my fannish affections. And the other one which did is exactly on the opposite end of the spectrum, it's extremely dark and yet utterly plausible at the same time. Though the name Superman is not used at all, because we're talking about JMS' short lived Supreme Powers series which used some half forgotten Marvel characters which were transparent takes on the Justice League and rebooted them. The Superman character in Supreme Powers, Mark Milton/Hyperion, is basically the best take I can imagine if you really want to go for hardcore angst and a dark interpretion of "what would really happen if a superpowered alien baby crashlanded on Earth. He's found by a kindly couple, alright. Who keep him for all of a few hours before the goverment - who of course have registered the vessel he came in - take him. And the "kindly couple" who actually raises him in a Norman Rockwell idyll are goverment agents supervised on tv all the time, with the idyll taking place in a confined environment. (The emotional horror there for all parties is considerable. Because raising a toddler who could pulverize you with a look - not because he means to, as an accident in the course of a childish tantrum - is deeply scary, and so you understand why the agents who are Mark's "parents" are too afraid of him to love him, and are faking it all the time, which in turn when makes for a horrible truth waiting to be realised as Mark grows up.) Mark absorbs all-American-values and the idea that it's his duty to save the world not because he grows up in Kansas but because he's brainwashed and deliberately indoctrinated on a daily basis. Not just so he'll end up as the perfect goverment weapon but because - and this is important, as it makes things not black and white but complicated - the idea of a child, and later an adult of nearly unlimited powers is frightening, and so the generals arguing for this program aren't evil supervillains (though you can call them cold-blooded bastards), they have a point.
In the course of the series, Mark finds out his entire life was made up of lies, tries to quit working for the goverment, with the result that due to a calculated smear campaign, he goes from being the beloved superhero Hyperion to an evil Alien in the public's eye, and finally gets a team of other meta humans sent after him, survives various assassination attempts and finally arrives at the conclusion that beneficent dictatorship (of himself) is the only way to go; in short, the generals have created exactly the nightmare they were afraid of (not for nothing does JMS use quotes from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein as mottos for individual chapters). It's a pretty relentless tragedy, very compellingly written. (The Supreme Powers series then peters out in various spin-offs, but the first two trade volumes plus the Hyperion miniseries really are great storytelling.) It's also the ultimate in Superman-as-Alien-with-a-capital-A interpretation. (Also it probably says something about pop culture's response to the present that Superman for the longest time was the quintessential American dream - the stranger who arrives as a child and loves his country/planet of adoption wholehearteadly - and the closer we get to the present becomes the American nightmare - immigrant child ends up danger precisely because he was distrusted and contained from the start.) So yes - I'm able to go with that end of the spectrum, too.
However, based on the trailers and, um, the repertoire of the people involved, in seems to me the latest film might want to have the angst without thinking through the whys, wherefores and logical consequences. Or rather: do that annoying thing Nolan's Batman movies did where they seem to question the superhero premise but do really just the opposite. I.e. the problem isn't that the citizens of Gotham idolize the late Harvey Dent, it's that they don't idolize Batman, and once they do, the idolizing is just fine. So if Man of Steel is about how everyone responds paranoid to the idea of a superpowered alien but then once he's proven he's really a good guy everything is fine, well, that strikes me as a somewhat hollow compromise between the two different extremes of how you can tell this story.
Also: I'm about the 4045664th person to observe on this, I know, but one reason why the Marvel movies so far by and large are more enjoyable than their DC counterparts to me is that for all that Marvel delivers the angst, too, their heroes get to enjoy their superpowers as well. Now Batman being Batman, it's understandable that we don't have Bruce Wayne geeking out about how nifty he's made the Batmobile. But if there is one DC superhero who is really ideal for showing someone enjoying the their powers in between world saving, it's Superman. (Unless, again, you go for the superpowered-kid-could-accidentally-kill-u
And there is no reporter partnership in the trailer at all, woe. The scene with Lois in it intrigues me, but she's talking to not-yet-christened-Superman here, not to Clark. And with all the rest of the trailer emphasisizing the danger/shock of discovering there is an alien among us, I doubt the film will go for the Clark Kent, Reporter at the Daily Planet part of the myth at all. Which in turn makes me realize that what I really want from a Superman movie, and am not likely to get, is a big screen version of the first two seasons of Lois & Clark, not a superhero movie at all but the tale of two bantering reporters, one of whom has superpowers, fighting crime together. And that's my problem.
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanova, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Hulk, Steve Rogers, Betty Ross, JARVIS, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury.
Warnings: Mind control. Inferences of past child abuse and other torture. Current environment is supportive.
Summary: A mission in Russia introduces the Avengers to the Winter Soldier. Steve wants Bucky back and will stop at nothing to make that happen. Everyone else helps however they can.
Notes: Asexual character (Clint). Aromantic character (Natasha). Asexual relationship. Sibling relationships. Fix-it. Teamwork. Canon-typical violence. BAMF!Avengers. Vulgar language. Drama. Rescue. Hurt/Comfort. Emotional whump. Survivor guilt. Friendship. Confusion. Mind control. Memory loss. Slow recovery. Nick Fury makes stupid-ass decisions. Fear of loss. Arc reactor. Fluff. Nonsexual ageplay. Making up for lost time. Tony Stark has a heart. Games. Trust issues. Safety and security. Howard Stark's A+ parenting. Obadiah Stane's A+ parenting. Food issues. Multiplicity/Plurality. Sleep issues. Non-sexual touching and intimacy. Yoga. Personal growth. Family of choice. ALL THE FEELS. #coulsonlives.
Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14.
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