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Holy crap, I might actually pull this off.  Almost a month later I am still in the game, going through the process of reading and reviewing all 52 of DC Comics ”New 52″, 52 #1 Issues designed to bring new fans, lapsed fans and non DC fans into the comic reading fold.

Thus far I’ve read 27 comics, over half of the run, and with ELEVEN more books released yesterday, by the end of this article, I’ll be in the home stretch and having had read 38 issues of this unique undertaking by the #2 Comics Giant.  This week brings such highlights as Greg Capullo’s debut on a Batman series after years of being the artist for Spawn and the latest relaunch of the Wonder Woman franchise.  It also brings such low lights as ANOTHER Legion of Superheroes book and whatever the heck they’re doing with Nightwing now.  But enough jibber jabbah. It’s time to review the books! Let’s check it out!

Batman #1
Written by Scott Snyder, Art by Greg Capullo

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It’s weird – I seem to be very bipolar on reviews here – either I really love something or I really dislike it.  Honestly, that’s more because I struggle to write about my own indifference towards something.  Strong enjoyment or strong distaste is SO much more enjoyable to share with others – it’s the middle-ground that is hard to communicate.

And that brings me to this evening’s review – Real Steel.  Just over two hours in length, the film really couldn’t bring me to any set emotion. The film simply happened, and I was there to see it – but as I’ll get to, I could just be the wrong person for it.

For those who haven’t seen the trailers (which spell out a lot of the plot), allow me to summarize the setup for you. Hugh Jackman (WOLVERINE!~) plays Charlie Kenton, a down and out fighting robot operator.  See, Charlie was once a boxer of note, and once the world became more entertained by the high-stakes violent world of robot boxing, his career went down the toilet, and when you can’t beat them, you join them.  But it seems that the world of robot boxing hasn’t treated him well, leaving him sending a trail of debt, beer bottles and bad decisions across the country as he takes he and his robot from city to city.  Things change for Charlie, however, as one day an old ex-girlfriend dies, leaving him with his long lost son Max (Dakota Goyo), and now it’s up to him to figure out how to deal with a son, paying off his debt, and maybe even making it up to a childhood friend/lover in his former trainer’s daughter, Bailey (Lost‘s Evangeline Lilly).

Along the way, Max even develops an interest in robot fighting, and one fateful night they stumble upon an abandoned early generation sparring robot, named Atom, but there’s something special about Atom – and Charlie alongside Max decide to see what Atom’s truly worth in the ring.

I know, you’re already doing the mental math – Atom fights up the ranks, Charlie and Max get closer, Charlie becomes the father he was supposed to be, and that endears Bailey to Charlie, everyone gets happy by the credits.  It’s really easy to project (sorry for the spoilers?) – but there’s a notable flaw with the script, and it’s probably what bothers me the most…none of that is earned, but it all happens.

Charlie suddenly becomes a “good dad” without the crisis of self.  Atom gets a shot at the top title in robot fighting. Max learns to love his dad…I think?  But the movie never shows us the how or why – we just get there. And maybe that’s my flaw in watching Real Steel.  Maybe I expect too much from the movie. Maybe I should just write it off as dumb fun, because if you let it be – it IS fun.

The real draw of the film, i.e. where the money is, is definitely the robots and they shine, literally and figuratively.  A mixture of practical animatronics and CG, the robots are VERY impressive, and the fight sequences (there are about 4-5 major ones in the film) are exciting and well rendered.  This movie is going to be amazing to an entire generation of 6-10 year old boys.  From the scrapheap look of Atom to the asian flared Noisey Boy to the big bad monster Zeus, each robot has a noticeable personality, dragging you into the fights.

And that leads me to my problem with the acting…the robots actually do a better job of grabbing sympathy and interest than the actors.  I know I alluded to the weak script earlier on, but the actors do nothing to really add to the interest. Jackman’s American accent is all over the place throughout the film, slipping from Jersey to almost a bad Kennedy impression, and Dakota Goyo, playing Max, is simply a brat throughout the movie – except of course when the movie hits the redemption switch and all is good.

Maybe that’s my issue – Real Steel really could have been a fun, all ages romp with fighting robots, but it just didn’t want to put in the time to gain my interest or affection.  That being said, the audience at the preview screening was unlike any I’ve experienced in a long while, cheering during the battles, clapping for Atom’s victories and getting into each bout as if it was happening in real time.

So like I said, maybe I’m wrong, maybe Real Steel is really great. But only time and audiences will tell.

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.