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We roll on through September, and with 14 issues down, I continue through my journey into the new DC Universe – it’s week three of Me vs. The New 52.  This week brings some flagship titles like Batman & Robin and Green Lantern, some interesting risks like Demon Knights, one of the most hated books (Suicide Squad) and even FRANKENSTEIN.  This should be a run week to plow through.

But what do I think? Lets find out.

Batman and Robin #1
Written by Peter J. Tomasi, Art by Patrick Gleason

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Hello and welcome to Week Two of Me vs. The New 52, one man’s ridiculous quest to read and review ALL 52 of DC Comics new #1′s throughout the month of September.

Last week started simple with one major book, Justice League #1, but this week brings a whopping 13 issues into the mix.  In turn, I am scaling down my review process to three simple ideas – The Pros, The Cons, and what I’d argue is most important for the industry – Would I Continue Reading It?

It’s a big week, with many blockbuster books (Action Comics and Detective Comics) launching alongside some dark horse candidates (Animal Man, Swamp Thing).  Either way, it’s a lot of reading and reviewing to do, so lets get to it.

Action Comics #1
Written by Grant Morrison, Art By Rags Morales

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In case the fact that I run a nerd blog isn’t proof positive enough, I don’t really get sports.  Sure, I get sucked into hockey and MMA (and in recent years find myself keeping an eye on the Ravens), but I’m not a sports guy really.

However, I am a sucker for a good sports movie. Any Given Sunday. Friday Night Lights. Hell, even the Major League movies.  Sports provide the last true black and white conflict in this world, one with pure winners, pure losers and the truest in the moment drama.  And I’m pleased to say, that while being as far removed from a traditional sports film as possible, Moneyball will go down not only as another sports film I loved, but perhaps one of my favorite films this year.

Based on a true story (later turned into a novel, which was then adapted for the screen by Aaron Sorkin and Steven Zaillian), Moneyball is the tale of Oakland A’s general manager Billy Beane (played here by Brad Pitt), a former ballplayer turned management.  After the 2001 season left his team gutted, not just by a divisional loss, but also by the growing cost of playing the game (his A’s, with a salary of $40 mil, lost to the Yankees, running off of a $120 mil budget).  At his wits end after being disappointed by the game of baseball for over half of his life, Beane meets a rather unique individual over at the Cleveland Indians – Peter Brand (played by Jonah Hill).  Brand is an economics major from Yale who sees baseball in a way that not many others have before – it’s not about putting out big money for big stars, it’s about putting out strategic money to get the players who can best deliver as a group, and helping that team win.

Of course, this unique way of managing a baseball team is the source of the drama in this film, and it is met with skepticism at all levels. The fans don’t like it (the movie smartly intercuts sports radio talk into the mix, as effective as it was in Friday Night Lights and Big Fan), the old-timer scouts hate it, the players don’t get it, and right at the top, A’s Manager Art Howe (a surly and stoic Phillip Seymour Hoffman) just won’t…play ball, to go for the weak pun.

The movie is an interesting thing to watch in motion – similar to Sorkin’s Oscar winning script for The Social Network, the movie strives to take something that is uninteresting (statistics and economics) and make it interesting.  Luckily, in the capable hands of director Bennett Miller (Capote), the film doesn’t just strive, it thrives.  What could be a rather dry concept is made real with strong characters up and down the cast, met equally by an adept team of actors who hit every beat of the very strong script.  Jonah Hill and Brad Pitt aren’t a pairing that I’d expect to enjoy together, but their awkward chemistry is an absolute joy here.  Pitt is in great form, proving once again how adept he is adding a silent rage to Beane, and as always, chewing scenery just at the right moments.

Special commendations must go to the cinematographer Wally Pfister (Inception, The Dark Knight).  Normally Christopher Nolan’s right hand man, he makes baseball truly look like the game of legends here, emphasizing the human drama with beautifully framed scenes that left me in awe.  After years of being bored by tired sports coverage on local television, Pfister’s work really blew me away.

If you’re so inclined, you can read up on the real story of the Oakland A’s and how they ended up doing during their 2002 season, but ultimately, it’s irrelevant.  This isn’t a movie about where the story ends, it’s about how the story gets there.  Just as The Social Network wasn’t truly a film about Facebook, this isn’t a film about baseball or stats – it’s about people looking to carve out something different and defining their moment in time.

Moneyball may get lost in this fall’s grouping of Oscar candidates, but as far as I’m concerned, it has a place in my best of 2011 list. Give it a chance, you may just fall in love with it.

As any nerd worth his weight in gold knows, DC Comics has undertaken the rather ridiculous goal of rebooting their entire comic universe, the idea being to grab new readers and overall media attention with an easily accessible universe, one that is bogged down less by decades of continuity and is going to get people back in the comic shops.  As the industry has fallen from a #1 book meaning millions of issues to literally 100,000 or less, it’s a big move to save the comics world.

52 brand new #1 issues. 52 fresh starts. 52 titles to get an audience hooked.

I, myself, have been rather critical in discussions with my friends, as this relaunch seems to not only alienate the existing fan base, but hasn’t exactly set the world on fire for non-readers (and I feel $3-$4 for digital comics is bullshit).  Never the less, the plan seems to have worked slightly, as the flagship title – a new Justice League written by superstar writer Geoff Johns and drawn by 90′s fan-favorite and current DC Comics co-publisher Jim Lee has lead to orders of 200,000 copies.

So I’ve decided to take on a very unique goal – given the easily accessibility of these titles (DC has decided in an industry first, for the issues to be day-and-date released digitally for reading on iPads and other tablets) to read and review every single first issue of the new DC Universe 52.

I think I might just be the right person for this task – born a Marvel fan (one of my earliest memories is reading Web of Spider-Man #3, starting a life long love of the hero), I’ve never really been into the DC Universe. While I certainly love the universe in the abstract (the DC Animated Universe is fantastic, the Batman movies have grabbed me for years, and I love the concepts of characters like Green Lantern and The Flash), I’ve never been able to get into the DC Universe proper, minus a few exceptions (like Grant Morrison’s JLA and the great, unloved Young Justice series).  If this can get me hooked, I think it might just be able to get anyone hooked, especially given my biases towards hating the project.

So here goes nothing, and there are no promises here – I could see myself blowing this project early, but let’s get started right, with this past Wednesday’s release – Justice League #1.

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By all indications, Captain America: The First Avenger could have been a lame duck film.

As the last part of Marvel’s ramp up to next summer’s The Avengers, in a summer where Thor had already come and blew audiences away, and with a character seen by many as somewhat of a uninteresting boy scout, they pretty much could have just thrown a guy in the suit, had him fight Red Skull, called it a movie and got their few hundred million on the way.  I mean, that’s sorta how the two prior Captain America films were handled.

However, with a cast that truly believes in the project, a whip smart script and a director that has an amazing understanding of the material, it’s safe to say that Captain America: The First Avenger is another jewel in the crown of Marvel Studios.

For those unfamiliar with the source material, allow me to toss you the elevator pitch for what happens in this one. Literal 98-pound weakling Steve Rogers (Chris Evans) wants nothing more than to be able to serve his country in World War II.  However, his lack of size, skill and ability holds him back, despite his abundance of heart.  After 4 straight failures in enlisting, he is spotted by scientist Dr. Abraham Erskine (Stanley Tucci) who decides Rogers is the perfect candidate for his Super Solider Serum, a biological breakthrough that can make Rogers the hero he truly wishes to be, with a body that matches the size of his heart. And it’s just in the nick of time, too, as the US is about to face the secret threat of HYDRA, the Nazi experiment weapon divison, lead by the evil Red Skull (Hugo Weaving), a man who’s trial with an earlier version of the serum left him permanently scarred and mad with power.

Sounds like a rip-roaring pulp adventure, right? That’s because it is!   Adeptly directed by Joe Johnson (The Rocketeer, Jumanji), this movie is equal parts Iron Man and Indiana Jones.  One of the swiftest scripts to come out of Marvel Studios thus far, this is a tale on a scale unlike the other films, one that takes you through a number of years with Rogers, going from scrawny wannabe to joke to icon, and yet does not outlast it’s welcome at a lean 2 hours and change.

It’s really amazing how much story they were able to pack into the film.  You are able to get a true feel for Steve Rogers life before the Serum changed everything (thanks to some stellar Benjamin Button-esq CGI work on Chris Evans), and once he gets juiced up, the movie hits a fever pitch, sending you through Cap’s painfully hilarious tour for the USO, his ascension into military greatness with a gutsy mission into HYDRA territory and his eventual leadership in the war, supported by a team of mercenaries who are never named, but comic fans know as The Howling Commandos.

What truly makes the film work is the cast.  Top to bottom, it’s hard to imagine anyone else playing the roles they have here.  My initial worries and criticisms of Chris Evans as Captain America were quickly tossed away when I saw his performance here.  Evans understands how easily Cap can be played as a dull boy scout, but he understands the true passion and honesty within the character, taking a performance that could be cloying into one that is relatable and never feels hokey.  He’s met across the board with a great extended cast, including Tommy Lee Jones sublime performance as Colonel Phillips, Hayley Atwell as love interest/military agent Peggy Carter (who mixes pinup looks with a great wit and general strength), the entirety of the Howling Commandos (who REALLY need their own spin-off) and most surprisingly, Tucci’s performance as Dr. Erskine.  Much like Evans, Tucci takes a role that could be rather cookie cutter and blase on paper and livens it up, making you wish the film gave you a bit more of a glimpse into the character’s past.   Of course, I would be remiss without mentioning Hugo Weaving as The Red Skull, who chews up scenery as if it is the only thing he can subsist on.  The film needs a properly strong villain to counteract Captain America, and I’m pleased to say that Weaving more than supports the role.  The movie even finds time to make characters like Bucky (Sebastian Stan) and Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper) stand out and have an impact.  If the films strengths were on the ensemble alone, it enough would make for an enjoyable time at the cinema.

All and all, coming off of the trailers and pre-release hype for the film, my expectations were aiming a little high.  The trailers promised a super hero film in the vein of action adventure films like Indiana Jones, and I’m pleased to say the action lives up to the hype.  Perhaps it’s because of the injection of strong characters, but the set-pieces all snap and you’re left giddily grinning as Cap plows through row after row of HYDRA soldiers.  Full of crazy sci-fi weapons and over the top tanks and machinations, you truly get the feeling that the number one idea for the film was “fun”, and it was met up and down the line.

For the comic fans, you’ll be excited to know that this movie does tie the film into the growing Marvel universe.  If you’re a devout fan of the character, you know how Cap’s story ends, and I’m pleased to say the transition was appropriately jarring, and you really do want to see what happens next.  And yes, as always with Marvel Studios films – stay through the credits. Really.

If there are flaws, they are but minor.  There are some instances of wonky CG work, and as a digitally shot production, there are times where the digital feel is more prevalent than others, giving certain shots a cheap feel.  And once again, I advise you dear reader – this is not a film naively shot in 3D…just don’t bother with the extra money or the stupid glasses.

The final flick  in a superhero filled summer, Captain America: The First Avenger holds up as not just one of the best films of this season, but one of the best superhero films, period.  I greatly look forward to some lazy Saturday afternoons spent with the blu-ray, and highly recommend checking it out in theaters this weekend. It’s an absolute blast.

As the lights go dark, and the company logos zoom by, you’re thrust headfirst into a Cybertronian war.  Spaceships zoom in and out in glorious 3D, blasts fire all around you in 7.1 Dolby Digital sound, until one ship, a very key ship is blasted out of orbit and sent flying across the galaxy to the moon.  Not just any moon, our moon.

We’re quickly caught up to speed on the secret history of NASA, never truly designed to put man on the moon, but instead to stop the soviets from getting this alien craft.  The craft is miles long and miles wide. It’s absolutely cavernous and humbling.  Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong take their first steps on the moon, but it’s really part of a secret mission to obtain as much information and intel about this ship as possible.  We see the lost autobot, Sentinel Prime, found deep within the ship…the title card comes up…and then we see a tight, 3D close up of the perfectly formed bottom of a Victoria’s Secret model.

This is Transformers: Dark of the Moon…and it’s not just a Michael Bay film, it’s the most Michael Bay film of all time.

Coming into this movie, I truly was expecting very little.  In terms of the robot battling saga thus far, I thought Transformers was watchable at best and Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen was one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.  But of course, combined, those films made more money than probably my 10 favorite films of all time combined, so there had to be a third flick.

Don’t worry, they told us. We knew the second one was bad. Blame the writers strike! Blame Megan Fox being difficult to work with, she’s outta here! Blame whatever you want, we’re fixing it!  It’s the latest in what is becoming a trend these days…”we know the last film was bad, but this time, THIS TIME, we’ll get it right.”

Time for me to eat some humble pie. They did. They got it right. Flawed? Heavily. Perfect? In no way shape or form. Award winning? For effects, probably.  Transformers: Dark of the Moon is hands-down the best part of the Transformers saga, and will probably hold as the most grandiose, ridiculous, over the top action spectacle of this, and many summers to come.

It’s almost as if while plotting this film, they had a checklist handy of what didn’t work in the prior films.

The plot of this movie, like the others, is mostly irrelevant.  Something about Sam Witwicky (Shia LaBeouf) trying to settle down with his new girlfriend Carly (Rosie Huntington-Whitely, the afformentioned Victoria’s Secret model with the nice bottom), looking for a “real job” but he can’t settle down because he wants to do something “important” after saving the world.  Of course, Sam’s goofy ass parents show up (less irritating than before), and there is a minor love triangle including Carly’s boss (Patrick Dempsey, doing his best Rob Lowe impression), which leads to more important things later on – but the fact is, it’s irrelevant.  And it really runs a little too long. But smartly, this vague idea of a “story” has many fantastic character actors thrown into the mix, to keep you interested. John Malkovich, Frances McDormand, Ken Jeong and Alan Tudyck are amongst the actors tossed in to keep you interested, and chewing the scenery when there is little else to enjoy. And this has it’s benefits, as Shia LaBeouf finally learns to be kind of a decent action hero in this one!

But lets be honest, the plot, the acting, all of those tennants of filmmaking are irrelevant.  This film is about one thing – the set pieces.  And good lord has Michael Bay thrown the gauntlet down for every other action director going today.  Taking up over half of the films meaty 2 and a 1/2 hour run time, the action sequences are at a scale and scope rarely seen, with not a single dollar of the films $195 million price tag NOT being seen on screen.

Intense, visceral robot battles take place throughout the world in this one, with particular attention being paid to Washington DC, and (based on the condition it is left in), unfortunately, Chicago.  Every complaint rendered in the first two films about the action being short, or hard to follow is left silenced here.  You want a full out Autobot and Deception war? Congratulations, you got one.  You want a human vs. robot battle that only serves to underline how poorly put together Terminator Salvation was? Here you are.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d begin to speculate if Michael Bay had a terminal disease.  This is his magnum opus.

Sure, some of the slowmo is heavy handed. Yes, there are some leaps of judgement and plotting that you have to make.  The dialogue? Hamfisted. The humor? Childish. And yes, those little robots are back and they’re just as annoying.  But if you don’t find yourself with your jaw agape as our heroes battle through the famous skyline of Chicago, with nary a famous building left unscathed, there may be something wrong with you.

When I was a child, my Optimus Prime and Megatron action figures had some of the most amazing knockdown, dragout wars ever seen in my parents living room. Lego buildings were torn asunder. Hot Wheels were thrown everywhere.  And the Transformers cartoon never really lived up to what my imagination wanted it to be.

Well, folks – prepare your inner child.  Michael Bay had some very expensive toys to play with, and this time, he finally gives you what your minds eye always wanted.

I can’t say the film is great. I dare say it defies rating.  But what I can tell you is this – find the theater with the biggest screen. Find the theater with the loudest sound system. Yes, SHELL OUT THE MONEY FOR THE 3D (I can’t believe I’m saying that).

Transformers: Dark of the Moon is completely ridiculous and over the top…but if you let it, it will blow you away.

I hate it when I’m right.

If you were to ask my friends to breakdown who I am as a person, I think one of the most common traits you’d find is that I really hope for the best in things.  Not always an optimist, per se, but I really want things to work out for the best. I want the bad movie to end up good, I want the crappy looking dinner to have great food – I would like to believe that from so-so beginnings, great things can happen.

So, when last November, the Green Lantern trailer was attached to Harry Potter, and looked awkward at best/terrible at worst and overall left me underwhelmed, I wanted to believe that the movie just wasn’t ready to be shown off properly yet.

I mean, it’s Ryan Reynolds! Sure, he’s not the best choice for Hal Jordan, but he’s fun! And it’s the director of Casino Royale, and sure, spy movies have nothing to do with superheroes but…it’s something, right? And OK, I’m not into Gossip Girl, but they have to see something in that Blake Lively girl to cast her, right?

Oh, how I wish I had listened to my gut.

To bring you up to speed, or to give you what to expect, here’s the plot of Green Lantern – Hal Jordan (Ryan Reynolds) is a cocky fighter pilot. One fateful day, he is bequeathed a powerful ring by a dying alien, Abin Sur (Temuera Morrison).  Abin Sur was attacked by an evil force, personified as a giant yellow and grey cloud with a cranky old man face, called Parallax.  In Sur’s dying moments, he gives Jordan the ring, making Hal the latest in a core of thousands of Green Lanterns, the universe’s police force.

Sounds really cool and interesting, right? It is! Or rather, it could have been.

I could write out an entire piece tearing apart the film scene by scene, pointing out exactly what was done wrong, but ultimately the issue is very simple – the film is incredibly lazy.

Essentially trying to become the DC Film Universe equivalent of Iron Man, Green Lantern is a movie trying to establish far too many things at once. You need Hal, you need Carol, you need their relationship, you need the ring, you need Planet Oa, you need Sinestro (performed well by Mark Strong, although all he really does is stand around and monologue), you need Hector Hammond, you need Parallax, you need the willpower vs. fear explanation, and somehow also setup the sequel in….less than two hours.

Yes, everything I just mentioned plays out in an hour and forty five minutes.

How on Earth do they accomplish this? Surely the team (and I mean team, with 4 screenwriters and 3 story by credits) has cracked the code to making sure superhero movies don’t need to run 2 and a 1/2 hours!

WRONG!  Unless you consider removing any weight, momentum or point from the proceedings as “cracking the code”.

Remember how great it was to see Tony Stark become the hero in Iron Man? He goes from drunk playboy to a man haunted by his own weaponized demons over the course of the film, ending as a hero.  Hal doesn’t have that. He’s an asshole who cares about himself, until the plot decides he’s a hero and has someone tell him he is one now.

Nothing in this movie is earned or even struggled for. It just happens – and that is the films greatest failing.

A perfect personification of this is the Planet Oa sequence. Planet Oa is the headquarters of sorts for the Green Lantern Corps.  All of the 3600 Green Lanterns gather on this planet. It’s a location full of amazing creatures each with their own unique, incredibly complex design.

You know what they do? Stand around and listen to Sinestro talk. And two train Hal. Sorta. They more just talk to him while he doesn’t understand things until the movie needs him to become adept.

I realize I’m writing this movie into a corner, as if it’s the worst film I’ve ever seen – it’s not, it’s really not.  For this year alone, my worst film is Sucker Punch – but at least that movie put forth the effort to fail, and fail spectacularly.

Green Lantern cost over $200 Million to make. And I honestly couldn’t tell you where that money went.  Was it to the wasteful CG suits? Maybe. (It’s an incredibly useless effect that I still cannot see the point in)  But whatever it is, it certainly wasn’t spent on making a film anyone can give a damn about.

Avoid this. I’m sorry Warner Brothers, I wanted the DC movie universe to start here, too – but if you want me to care, at least start by giving me a movie worth my time.

Oh, and last – if you must see this, avoid the 3D. Much like the rest of the movie, it’s not worth the effort put forth.

I have to tell myself to avoid hyperbole here.

In fact, I’m reminding myself that with every keystroke.

It’s rare when I walk out of a movie as energized and excited as I have this evening.  Sometimes, you go into a movie expecting to be amazed, and are.  Sometimes you go into a movie not expecting much, and you are surprised.  Most times, it’s an even sum game.  But on the rarest of occasions you are presented with a film where your expectations may be on one level, and the movie presented to you changes, subverts and otherwise improves on every thing you wanted when you sat down in your comfy theater chair.

Super 8 is one of those films.

It’s hard to believe it’s been one year since the mystery JJ Abrams project trailer was attached to opening night prints of Iron Man 2. Like the teaser for Cloverfield before it, we weren’t given much. A train, an escape, a hint of alien origin, and two names – Abrams directing and Steven Spielberg producing.  The short trailers released since haven’t given us much more, but teased a film reminiscent of the Spielberg of old – a coming of age tale mixed with something bigger, something supernatural.

The latest in what has been dubbed Abrams’ “Mystery Box” films, we as a marketed to audience are given but the slightest tastes of what the project is, only to have some key mystery or surprise revealed to us once we watch the completed film.  What Super 8 is, however, is no simple surprise.  If the prior “Mystery Box” films have been fun parlor tricks, the presents we enjoy but get bored with after a few days of play, this is the true gift from Abrams – the grandfather’s watch of his filmography, something to be enjoyed and shared for years to come.

Bold words, I realize – but it’s within the 112 minute running time of Super 8 that JJ Abrams comes of age as a filmmaker. Much how Spielberg transitioned from the blockbuster of Jaws to the beauty of Close Encounters, this is where Abrams ascends to the next level, becoming the creator of pop film perfection for the 21st century.  This is his transitionary moment – may it continue on into an amazing career.

The story is deceptively simple, but pitch perfect for the project.  12 year old Joe Lamb (first time actor Joel Courtney) makes films with his friends, directed by his best pal Charles (a scene stealing Riley Griffiths). He has a crush on 14-year old Alice (Elle Fanning). His father (Kyle Chandler) is the town deputy.  But for Joe, he’s hit a dark patch in life. His mother passed away, tragically, in an accident at the local steel mill.  His father is distant – the summer of ’79 beacons, and all he can seem to do to deal is throw himself into the amateur films that he and his pals work on so diligently.  But late one summer night, they begin to film at the local train station – suddenly, out of nowhere, a truck begins to drive onto the tracks and slams directly into the incoming train.  The train is immediately derailed (in one of the most visceral sequences of the summer) and something escapes.

That’s your setup, and it really has you drawn in from the word go.  The difficult relationship between Joe and his father, the realistic and fun dialogue of Joe, Charles and their friends, and the wonderful (and slightly pained) performance of Elle Fanning as Alice.  It draws you in – in fact, one of the biggest compliments I can pay to the cast is, I would love to see them all interact in another film, just to see how they were before and after this incident.

Which brings me to the big question – the alien.  What is it? Well, it’s large and ugly.  But it had a purpose. It’s anger is righteous, and the force and focus it brings to itself is reminiscent of the T-Rex in the original Jurassic Park. A large, angry force of nature – one that you do not want to be caught in the path of destruction of.  But really, at the end of the day, it’s ancillary to the whole.

This is a film about coming of age, losing one’s innocence, seeing the world as an adult for the first time – and stepping up for one’s self.  As my buddy put it, it’s almost Stand By Me, but with aliens.  However, that doesn’t feel fitting, the combination too shlockly.  In whatever way a filmmaker can combine those two concepts without either feeling overbearing or trite, Abrams has done it here, and I think his strong, natural cast is certainly responsible for easing the transition between the two.

At no moment more than the climax is this apparent. Don’t worry, I’m not going to ruin it for you.  There is a point right at the end of the film where a number of characters come together, the score hits the sweet spot (masterfully produced by Michael Giacchino), and the ending begins to play out – and it’s absolutely beautiful.  So many diverse elements come together in one whole, and I realize, it’s this mixing of the mundane and the fantastic, the real and the unreal, and a wonderful score laid upon a well shot frame that is why I truly love movies.  It’s why I enter the theater with hope, the hope for transcendent moments like that.

What can I say that the prior 900 words haven’t already – I truly loved Super 8. It’s a movie that really understands the language of film, and uses that wonder and joy to build it directly in the audience.  I cannot recommend it any higher.  Go see it, and share it with everyone you love.  As the lone, major original idea piece hitting the multiplex this Summer, I hope it makes millions and millions of dollars – but even if it doesn’t, you’re bound to love it more than anything else that does.

And be sure to stay through those credits.

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