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The Passing of a Legend: RIP Rowdy Roddy Piper

To four-year-old Tyler there were five wrestlers: Hulk Hogan, The Ultimate Warrior, "Macho Man" Randy Savage, Jake "the Snake" Roberts, and "Rowdy" Roddy Piper. The last two stuck out because they weren't like the others, they were straight bad guys. They could talk and they could talk a lot, being heralded as some of the greatest promo men of all time. Unfortunately Jake fell into drugs hard and it got to the point where obituaries everywhere were already written for him, just waiting for the time to go to print. So it is with great surprise and sorrow that today marks the passing of the other loose canon, Roddy Piper.

Piper was around during a time in my wrestling life where renting videos from Mammoth Video became my only way of watching. I'd see him in random segments and knew of his legend, but wasn't an active participant in his glory years. Still, I played with his action figure and would use his character in whatever SNES WWF game that was out. He was a legend.

He showed up years later on one of my favorite TV shows, "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia" as what was essentially his interpretation of the main character from The Wrestler. He did awesome, by the way, so much so that he showed up again on Sunny later. It feels like a treat every time I see him pop up as The Manic because it feels like a little nod to wrestling fans. And he provided pop culture one of the greatest lines in the history of cinema via They Live, "I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum... Looks like I'm all outta bubblegum."

Recently he even came under fire for a negative impersonation of "Stone Cold" Steve Austin which resulted in the cancellation of his PodcastOne show and the termination of his WWE Legends contract. I'm not sure how this will affect WWE doing tributes to him, but I certainly hope it doesn't at all. He deserves every bit as much praise as Dusty got during his passing. There are few wrestlers that were as big as Piper, and without him playing a fantastic heel, who's to say if the first Wrestlemania would have been the success it was. He deserves every bit of praise going his way.

But let's not pretend like he wasn't crazy. He was. He was absolutely insane in all the best of ways, providing for so many off the cuff moments where you were never quite sure where he'd go next. It made him one of the more intriguing personalities around. Even look at his last appearance on the Rich Eisen show, where Piper rambles on to the point that Eisen has to ask him what his point is. Anyone else and they would have been accused of being drunk or drugged but not Piper. He was just always crazy.

And that's how I'll remember him. A crazy, enigmatic personality who was one of the last living legends of wrestling. Just how big of a legend was he? Who else but Roddy Piper put Hogan over one more time. I'm sure he appreciates it, brother.


Quicksand (short fiction)

Randomly came across some writing of mine from college that I thought I had lost forever. This was the prologue for a novel I was developing. I lost most of my work on it and will likely never return to it due to the backlog of story ideas, but I still thinks it's an intriguing opening. It's a dream sequence so it feels disjointed and all over the place, but I liked it enough to share it. It's also in the present tense which is a little weird but I was a naive sophomore who didn't know any better. Hope you enjoy.

Prelude

        Huge wisps of white mist fill the night air.  With each exhale Katherine's breath is frozen forever into meaningless space.  Hard on catching whatever air she can, she kneels over.  Barely able to hold herself up, she nearly collapses, using her hips as leverage.  Her eyes wander, just noticing the terrifying scene around her.
        Forest and hills cover most of the countryside.  A dark fog rests along the ground, almost graveyard-like in it's appearance.  The trees, their leaves long gone, stick out like knives poking holes in the sky, the sky...a dark pit of despair almost as sad to look at as the land itself.  Occasional raindrops fall as Katherine watches around her, a drop hitting her in the eye. 
         Batting it away with a blink she stares out from atop a hill, just small enough to climb but still tall enough to be intimidating.  It's presence mixed with the foreboding nature of the scenery.  Long vines and tall grass grows upon the hill, truly being enveloped by nature.  Several orange flowers lay scattered across the top of the hill clashing with the grim display of almighty nature.  They practically outline the young girl as she struggles for breath still.
        "I can't stop moving", she thinks, immediately regretting even thinking such a thing.  This was unavoidable.  It was something that he had been working towards for years.  She could not just give up at a moments notice based on some petty human reaction.  This wasn't like her.  The air escaping her lungs with no hope of ever returning, the hunched over posture which took away any chances of standing properly; none of it was right.
         Her eyes widened as she let out a gasp, staring down upon her ring finger with a wedding ring brightly adorning it.  Before even being able to react further, a howl fills the night air; it's fierceness penetrating the hearts of even the strongest of foes.  She cannot delay any longer.  She must get moving.

         Steadily balancing her body she begins rocking back and forth till finally she launches herself forward, briskly rolling down the hill in graceful manner, hardly even visibly.  Reaching the bottom of the hill she raises herself, continuing her run deep into the ever-widening forest.
Dodging between broken down limbs and an amass of foliage, she sprints out, not even glancing at what could be behind her.  Out of the corner of her eye she spots something; a white flash moving at speeds almost unimaginable for a human creature. 
         SMACK!
         Her face implants harshly against a solid object, nearly rendering her unconscious if not paralyzed.  She struggles for air as she realizes her face rests in shallow water. She lies; face down in a shallow stream.  Dazed, she looks around her trying to figure out what has happened. 
         The stream had appeared out of nowhere, causing her to trip and fall into it's depths. The height from the hill in which she plummeted and the stream was not life threatening, but still rather dangerous, especially taking into account lack of depth in the water.  Leaves crunch as footsteps can be heard making their way over the hill and next to the stream in which Katherine lies.  She knows that the fall delayed her too much.  Even if she were to stand up and run off as fast as she can, there was no chance.  She couldn't possibly escape them now.  It was all over.
          Katherine stares up over the hill as three huge figures walk to the stream.  On the ground in a flash, they softly step into the calm water; it only coming up to their feet.  As if someone had pulled a curtain on the world, the world goes dark.  Frightened of the possibilities of her surroundings, she softly weeps, her lower lip quivering with each sob.
         A flash of pain pierces through her and all that’s surrounds her is pure white light.  She grasps her head, trying to suffer through it but can’t as she screams out in desperation.  The pain doesn't stop.  It continues to increases, feeling as though a battle of fire wages inside her head. Suddenly, it all stops.

          There is no longer anything.  No pain.  No fear.  It is all simply...gone.  As is the sound of the stream and footsteps, disappearing as if it had never even been there in the first place.  A feeling of pure weightlessness overcomes her, feeing as though she is practically floating in the air.  Opening her eyes she sees nothing but several sets of mesmerizing white eyes.  "Forgive Me."

Random Thoughts for July 2015


The new Ghostbusters. I don't really care what they do with the film itself. I like Wiig but think that McCarthy's schtick can get old when she's not subjugated to a bit role. And Feig is better suited without full creative control. But dammit if Kate McKinnon doesn't look fucking awesome in that picture. Seriously, so hot. That pose is enough to get me to go to the theater. And that hair. Why does she have to be a lesbian? I totally had a shot. In Narnia.

Terminator Genisys was awesome. I'm writing a full post for this (and most of it is already written which is the only reason I'd even mention it out of fear that it'd just disappear into the ether) but I figured I'd still hit the key points. Emilia Clarke and Jai Courtney are awesome as Connor and Reese and Arnold is finally back to top form. The action is spectacular and we have several awesome "Terminator" moments that have never been done in the series before.

I've seen more movies this summer than I have in years. It's been a refreshing reminder of why I go to the theater in the first place: to be transported. Usually it's ruined by some annoying teenager or crying child, but I've gotten better at ignoring it. Still wish there was an Alamo Drafthouse around here to avoid the bad stuff entirely. One day.


Pop music hurts my earballs. I did an article where I experimented with a bunch of pop music for Wolf in a Gorilla Suit. Ranged anywhere from Taylor Swift to Ariana Grande to Sia. It was an eye opening experience and provided for one of the most mentally exhausting days I can recall. Nothing about my person is accustomed to pop music anymore. Apple Music was what I ended up using to listen to everything, so at least it was all easy. Speaking of which…

Apple Music is pretty cool. It's really convenient and adds a lot of features that helps me find new music. The playlists could use a little work but having my entire music library available to me through the cloud (plus millions more) is pretty sweet. I just wish that I hadn't lost so much music when my computer crashed. Would have made it all the sweeter. Oh well. I'm not sure if I'll continue past the free trial due to budgetary reasons, but it certainly seems well worth the price tag.

I still haven't watched True Detective. And I'm talking about neither the first or second season. I've seen the first two episodes of the first and it was good, but I just can't get into it. Part may be attributed to the fact that it was one of the productions around when I was in New Orleans (a time that I greatly despised) so I unfairly associate it with that. Or it could just be another in the long line of dramas that I take forever to watch (see: The Wire) because they're so emotionally draining. Yeah, I'm going with that one.

Mad Max: Fury Road may be my favorite film of the year. It was unlike any action movie I've ever seen while still having a tight script that never drags during it's two hour runtime. Furiosa may be the best female character of the last 20 years. This generation was deeply in need of its own Ellen Ripley or Sarah Connor and Fury Road provided that.


Ant Man was really good but… I couldn't help but think about Edgar Wright's version while watching it. There's just as a certain kinetic style that he brings to his films that this film was sorely missing. I could very well just be bias since Wright is one of my favorite director's (probably only behind David Fincher) but I really wish that we were able to get Wright's version instead of Reed's. Hell, the pure fact that Patrick Wilson would have been playing the step-dad instead of Bobby Canavale makes it worth it for me and that's just a very small reason. Oh well, another movie added to the list of "Oh shit, another Marvel movie is coming out, better binge all the others."

I read an issue of Wonder Woman for the first time. I didn't hate it nearly as much as I thought I would. In fact, I would say that I quite enjoyed everything going on with it. It all felt very reminiscent of an issue of Thor: God of Thunder (I think #13) and her costume was fucking badass. Unfortunately, I then read the next issue and every problem I ever had with the character was ever present: trying to put a feminist slant on her while still perpetuating sexist stereotypes.  Just not my cup o tea.

50 Favorite Films (in no particular order)

It seems like everything I start writing for this blog, ends up going over to Wolf in a Gorilla Suit. So I decided to finally do something that I'd been meaning to for a while now. I used to create these types of things all the time, but it's been years and years since I've even broached the subject. So, using "Empire's 300 Greatest Movies of All Time" list to guide me along, I'll be figuring out my top 50 favorite films. Rather than listing them in order, which can be a tad tedious for me to go through and decide "Well I like this one more right now because it features this actor who I really enjoy, but I don't usually like it this much so maybe it's just temporary blindness to the fact that I'm in love with Mary Elizabeth Winstead" and then the list changes a million times. Not gonna do that. Instead I'll just be spitting out 50 movies to gauge my tastes for the year 2015.

Let's get started:


  1. A Nightmare on Elm Street
  2. Battle Royale
  3. Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
  4. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
  5. Young Frankenstein
  6. Scream
  7. The Crow
  8. The Incredibles
  9. The Iron Giant
  10. An American Werewolf in London
  11. Dazed and Confused
  12. Boyhood
  13. Gone Girl
  14. The Social Network
  15. Seven
  16. Ed Wood
  17. Shaun of the Dead
  18. Her
  19. Children of Men
  20. The Goonies
  21. The Life Aquatic
  22. Halloween
  23. The Dark Knight
  24. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back
  25. The Wrestler
  26. Groundhog Day
  27. Ghostbusters
  28. Terminator 2: Judgment Day
  29. The Truman Show
  30. No Country For Old Men
  31. City of God
  32. Inglorious Basterds
  33. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
  34. Lost in Translation
  35. E.T. - The Extra-Terrestrial
  36. Jaws
  37. Raiders of the Lost Ark
  38. The Shining
  39. A Clockwork Orange
  40. Drive
  41. Die Hard
  42. The Usual Suspects
  43. American Beauty
  44. Aliens
  45. Jurassic Park
  46. Goodfellas
  47. Fight Club
  48. The Shawshank Redemption
  49. Pulp Fiction
  50. Lord of the Rings

If you've read the Empire article, then you'll notice that my order is mostly drawing from that. I gotta admit, it was pretty funny seeing the list, as it was "reader-generated." This meant that films like Kingsman and Avengers: Age of Ultron were on the list. Not to say that these films are undeserving but it was very clear to see what was fresh in the minds of readers. I tried to avoid using super recent films, as I don't really know the long term impact they'll have on me. Sure, I really enjoyed Mad Max: Fury Road and Jurassic World, but are they top 50 movies? Only time will tell.

Unpause

Nights are usually the worst. Those times of just sitting there with nothing but my thoughts. The nagging feeling of failure no matter what success may potentially come my way. I stress about things that are non-existent while I hide from the actual problems of the world and my life. I'm constantly trying to improve myself without ever really getting to the root of the problem. My life has been on pause, without many things on the surface changing for nearly a year now. Meanwhile the terrain beneath is changed in ways that are often not even tangible. How can I explain to someone what my life is at this point? I'm not even sure I know most of the time. I'm a writer yet I struggle to even call myself that.

 

Sure, I write. A lot. The idea that I've written hundreds of thousands of words in the past year is still mind boggling to me. But in my head a writer is so much more than that. They are the gateway into worlds that can change lives. But whose life have I really changed? I'm 24 yet rather than view that as a positive -- a person with his entire life ahead of him -- I just see it as another year passed without coming close to attaining my goals regardless of the steps I've made toward them. It's been the last year that I've realized how much of a "glass half-empty" person I really am, even while realizing how utterly ridiculous it is to be that way. It's engrained in a way that I can't stand yet can't avoid. Like many of my problems, I just wish it would just go away.

 

Father's Day is coming up yet I dread it more than anything. I haven't had a good relationship with my dad since I dropped my film career in New Orleans and moved in with my brother. I was trying to get my life back together after a complete mental breakdown. I'm sure most outsiders just saw it as running away. And maybe it was. But the only thing I was running away from was the fear of what my life would have turned into if I had stayed. Fear of death.

 

I always hear that most writer's suffer from some form of depression. It's understandable in that we play God in our own little worlds and then get brought back to reality and all of its harshness. That level of power has to come at a price and our brains apparently decide depression is the way to handle it. Maybe without it the writing wouldn't be as good, I don't know. It's really hard to say regardless of what possibilities we come up with in regards to everything about our lives that don't matter. The constant reinforcement is this idea can't be healthy to anyone in that line of work yet it perpetuates our being to the point where it's mostly joked about and laughed at.

 

Jesus, I can't believe I referred to writer's as Gods. I feel like that's probably sacrilegious or something. I don't know.

 

The things I get excited about nowadays are fiction based. I get excited about a story idea or finally cracking the code to a long gestating plot device I wasn't sure of its placement. And I get excited about movie/TV news because of the possibilities of what it can mean to their respective brands. But the problem is these are all fiction. None of them have any baring on anything except this little self-contained bubble. I hear people complain about their bills, their kids, their lives and when it's my turn to vent, what problems do I really have in comparison?

 

I'm really struggling with translating this outline into the finished product I want.

 

I really thought this idea was killer but my editor nixed it.

 

I had trouble even getting out of bed today. Thoughts haunted me.

 

The problems that are surface enough to talk about are so pointless to anyone but myself that they hardly warrant inclusion with other people and their actual problems. Are they any less of a problem? I think so. But like everything else in life, I don't know a definitive answer. I never do.

 

I recently had to stop going to message boards and comments sections because the vitriol was too much. My Facebook would have been deactivated long ago for this very reason had it not been for my social media duties to Wolf in a Gorilla Suit (check that out here). The negativity is often just too much to handle. When most of my effort goes into thinking positively to counteract the impulse for negativity, it's hard to be subjected to that stuff in the way that the Internet allows me to. A few positive comments are only a scroll away from utter vitriol. I just can't take it anymore.

 

I didn't realize how sensitive I've become until very recently. I used to have a much thicker skin but after Nola, all of that seemed to dissipate. One phone conversation can send my entire day spiraling down. But I'm good at hiding it. Professionally, I never let those emotions seep through because I was raised that work is work, and I have to have a professional attitude when someone is paying me. But when I don't have that safety net? My thoughts entirely dwell on that one thing that I can't control yet affects me in such a way that I'll think about it for days, weeks, months, even years on end.

 

I'm currently nearing the end of my first full length novel. I've hated it, loved it and everything in between during the various stages of its creation. It's something I'm not sure will be widely accepted yet hope it'll connect in ways I never even imagined. It's been a lifelong dream of mine to publish a novel and unlike the many dreams I've seen just get pushed to the wayside by others, I know I can't do that. I can't because for me, there is no other option.

 

There are few things I'm certain of in life but one thing I do know is I need to do better. It's time for me to break out of my comfort zone again. It's time for me to go after what I want with more tenacity. It's time for me to take the next step. It's time to stop pretending things are okay when they aren't. It's time for me to do something about it.

 

It's time for me to unpause.

Dropping Comics (A Dilemma)



I wrote about HERE of how I had gotten back into comics and was seeking them out like crazy. I was an avid collector for a little less than two years and collected nearly 500 ongoing issues during that time. That's not even counting the trades I would get off of amazon. I was obsessed to the point that it probably hurt my bank account more than I should have allowed. But now most of the reasons for that obsession are gone.

See, when I got into comics, Marvel was doing Marvel Now! and DC was well into the New 52. These were both changed and ongoing continuities that were a little tough to get a grasp of at first. But I did and I eventually fell in love with them. While the only DC Comics I followed were Scott Snyder's Batman and Jeff Lemire's Green Arrow (mainly due to a lack of interest in Superman, Wonder Woman, Aqua Man, etc.), I have trouble figuring out all the Marvel stuff. Between four different Spider-man titles, Avengers (there's a lot of them), Daredevil, Moon Knight, Ms. Marvel, The Punisher and various others, I was obsessed with the world and its unique continuity. Then Secret Wars happened.

Something had been hinted at throughout Hickman's run of Avengers: the end of the world. I know, I know, what's a big comic book event without the end of the world taking place. Only this time was different: they had a countdown letting us know that "Hey guys, the Marvel Universe is fucking OVER." As it just got closer and closer to the end, I found myself questioning why I was even reading these books if their continuity was just going to be dropped. All of the stories I had been investing my time in were suddenly being dropped.

One of the prime examples of this is Ultimate Spider-man. To this day, Ultimate Spider-man is the only comic series with over 100 issues published, that I've read every single one. I binged them over a few month period, reading upwards of ten to fifteen a day. Spider-man had always been my favorite character and the series is considered one of the best around, so it was a no-brainer. When Miles Morales took over after Peter's death (go read this series if you haven't, it's such a journey, I need a separate post on it to do it justice) I was trepidatious but it did the impossible: it kept me interested in Spider-man even without Peter Parker. Recently we were treated to Peter returning from the grave, and Miles finding out the truth about his father. Now all that's gone. As are all of Miles' friends and family. Why is that? Because the Ultimate Universe is no more. Sure, Miles will now be in the 616 (whatever that means now) but what of the world that he lived in and greatly affected? Why would Bendis bring back Ultimate Peter just to have everything killed off shortly after. Hell, anyone else that's read Miles Morales Spider-man knows how much the story seemed to be leading to greater things. But now what are we left with? Miles stuck in a world where the villains aren't his and the people aren't his either. I get that Miles is a great character but will he survive the move? I probably wouldn't have been as upset about this if they didn't seem like they were setting up for something more. Oh well.

Hell, Marvel is even being petty when it comes to the film properties that they don't own. If you don't keep up with comics or movies then you may not have heard of this so let me indulge you: the X-Men and Fantastic Four franchises are owned by Fox and therefore Marvel is not making money off of these films. Their solution to this has been to excise these characters. The ongoing Fantastic Four series has been halted, and the X-Men are being replaced by the Inhumans. What are the Inhumans you ask? They're the X-Men, only without the trademark issue. Yet another problem of business negatively affecting creative.

Then there's the switch to a "season" model. This means that books will be going in annual cycles, resetting the numbering every year. As someone who just had a helluva time making it through different series due to the insane re-numbering that has been going on, the thought of even more number changes is frustrating. Seriously, go try and read a series and you'll understand the frustration of there being a huge gap in issues because "Oh yeah, that's when they switched to THIS title for twenty issues then it goes back to the original numbering." I hate hearing the excuse that the high numbers are intimidating to new readers. As a new reader, I want to say: they're not. All they have to do is signify when a new story arc is beginning. That's it. But no, they've decided to just re-number every year. Ugh.

As far as DC is concerned, the quality of their books have dropped to the point that I have no interest in continuing with any of them. Batman is no longer Batman. He's Jim Gordon in a robo-bat suit. And Bruce Wayne is allegedly dead. Again. Pass. Jeff Lemire and Andrea Sorrentino left Green Arrow and so did the sensible writing and fantastic art style. Pass. Unfortunately the rest of DC is full of characters I'm not into so as for the rest of the lineup? Pass.

That really just leaves me with Image as far as books that I pick up. While I absolutely love Saga, Outcast, Black Science, COWL, and Trees, it's hard to justify going to my LCB for them. And even with most of their titles being a sensible $2.99, I still can't justify it when they release cheap trades quickly and I can just get them off of Amazon. Plus, with how dense most Image titles are, it's much easier to read as collected trades anyhow. Hell, I've only read Saga and Black Science through trades, forgoing any single issues because of this.

While I'll really miss the conversations I had with my Local Comic Book Guy (I still don't know his name even after so long… I'm a terrible person) I have no interest in continuing for the time being. It's expensive and the model to which the business is now being based, is not something that appeals to me. I'm by no means stopping my love for comic books, it simply means I'll be taking a dive into the back catalog and finally reading some gems that I may have missed. Will comics ever go back to what they once were and bring back continuity? I doubt it but if they ever do, I'll be back, wallet in hand.

Why I hate the new look for Leto's Joker

Note: I wrote this before it was revealed that these tattoos may not be on the final product. It was originally written for Wolf in a Gorilla Suit but it quickly became irrelevant with news of it just being a promo shot. Not wanting it to go to waste, I figured I'd post it here. So enjoy. Or don't.


For a more positive opinion of Leto's Joker, check out Lillith Sinclair's take on it HERE!

First off, I should say that I haven't enjoyed the "Snyder-Universe" with DC. I think that he just tries a lot of ridiculous things that he can't pull off (see: the entirety of Man of Steel). I also have really disliked the reveals coming out of the DC side of things. I found the Aqua Man reveal ridiculous since it was treated like an Abercrombie and Fitch Ad, complete with "The Chive" level text block covering him. Add that he simply looks like The Rock in Hercules and it's hard not to crack a smile. Then they reveal the Batman v. Superman trailer and we get treated to some sweet video game footage. Seriously you should see these graphics, they're out of this… wait what's that? Those are real human beings and this isn't coming to an 'Xbox One' near me? Next you're going to tell me Lego Batman doesn't make an appearance.


Hint: He Does
These wouldn't be such huge problems if we weren't seeing Marvel handling things so much better. They've stuck true to the characters, adapted famous storylines from the comic's history, and cast actors that are right for the role, forgoing big names and thus big ego's. Meanwhile Warner Bros. (I wish I could say DC but they don't have much choice in the matter versus marvel who controls nearly everything) has made character changes just to appeal to the 2015 crowd. Remember movies that pander to the audience without providing much depth? Yeah, those don't exactly last long in the cultural lexicon. Which is where the issue of The Suicide Squad's Joker comes into play.

picture of Leto as The Joker has been released and it's hard not to laugh when seeing it. The Clown Prince of Crime has been turned into a grill wearing, tattooed cholo. As someone who's read Batman since he was little, such a drastic change is baffling considering how strong the source material is, especially in the current run of comics. Leto's look would be fine if he were playing a gang member obsessed with clowns with access to a really good tattoo artist (seriously look at those tattoos, they're insanely good quality). You know, like the ones you usually get in prison.



A cheap route I've seen taken often during the debate of whether Leto's take is good or not, is to bring up Heath Ledger. It often goes something like this "Oh my god, people hated when the first photo of Heath came out. You just have to wait and see the performance." And the issue comes with the last bit of that sentence: 'wait and see the performance.'  Umm… what does his performance have to do with anything? This is all about the physical appearance of the character. I've been saying since day one that Leto would make a fantastic Joker, but that doesn't make his appearance any less of an issue. I thought Willem Dafoe made a fantastic Green Goblin in Spider-man, but it doesn't mean his costume wasn't any less terrible and Power Rangers-looking. The performance and look are two entirely different things and, especially with this debate, that fact seems to be lost on people.

If Batman suddenly had a full beard sticking out of his cowl, I'd have a problem. Some may say, "but why be mad about that, it's so minor that it doesn't matter." Except it does. Him having a beard suddenly means that he's more recognizable out of the suit, not to mention that the whole persona of Batman is out the window. The beard makes him human. And there goes the fear. "But what about that one issue I saw where Batman has a full beard? See, proof that it represents the comics."

And this is where a lot of non-comic fans come into play, is that people don't understand the idea of "annuals" and "one shots." Sure, there are random instances of out of character moments that still fall in line with "canon" but those moments don't represent the character as a a whole and as such, should not be basis of what that character is. Just because I had a month in High School where I dyed my hair black and wore chains around my wrists, doesn't mean that should be representative of me as a person in the grand scheme of things. Out of character moments happen. These stories are often "non-canon" and usually represent unique takes on the characters outside of the established world. And this is where a lot of the major character changes happen. And it's where they fail. Very few of these transcend their original intent and actually become canon. 

This isn't even something that should have to be brought up but with the litany of "Well the Joker looked like THIS, in this comic" happening in order to defend it, I felt those people should gain a further understanding of what "canon" is.



The Joker having a lot of tattoo's is not canon. In the current iteration of The Joker (which exists in New 52's Batman) he doesn't have tattoos and this is the ultimate "canon" Joker, getting rid of any events that are collectively disliked and leaving only what the comic world sees as The Clown Prince of Crime. If The Joker is going to get a tattoo, then it's going to be the map of the prison he's in so that he can bust out or of a dead Robin, just to get into Batman's psyche. I can theorize about these things and not get torn apart because that's the person that's been represented in comics for 75 years. When a personality, represented here by his appearance, has been so well established for so long, to suddenly change it in order to be hip, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me.

And that's the main issue with the appearance: it doesn't represent his personality at all. Would Joker really sit in a tattoo chair for that long just to have a bunch of cliche nonsense perfectly written across his body? "Maybe other inmates tattooed him!" Okay, then shouldn't the tattoo's be a bit sloppier due to either struggle or the fact that it's a tattoo being done in prison? Just making them look like crap would have actually made me enjoy them more since then they wouldn't just appear to be photoshop monstrosities. "What if Harley did it? That would be cool! And it's explain the content of the tattoos." Would it? Joker's whore, who he treats with no respect or regard, is going to put a lot of stuff on his body that she would want? Me thinks not.

With that in mind, I can get past the tattoos. As I said, there are instances where I can see The Joker having them. But that's not where the issue lies, it's that the tattoos he does have are juvenile and representative of poor writing. Really, he needs to have "Damaged" on his forehead? And a tear drop "J" under his eye? I mean, I'm glad that Hollywood is giving 13-year-old emo kids their turn at screenwriting but does it have to be at the cost of one of comics most high-profile figures?

Then there are the "ha-ha's" written all over his body. In a comic booky font no less! Because, you know, he laughs a lot and we wouldn't be able to get that across otherwise. And on top of that, he has chrome gangster teeth. Because, they really just didn't think he looked enough like a Mexican Gangster so they figured they'd take it a little further. I'm assuming that we're gonna see a lot of The Joker's underwear as his inmate slacks hang below his crack, and his chrome dollar sign chain sways back and forth around his neck. God, it's really hard not to hate everything about this.


Throughout this process I haven't really cared much about what people were saying, positive or negative. I know how subjective this thing can be so it's hard to be mad at opinions, especially when this is all based off one picture. There was honestly only one comment that drew ire from me and the only reason it did is because it defended the choice by giving The Joker a false character trait:

"It's silly, the Joker is supposed to be silly." 


sil·ly
ˈsilē/
adjective
  1. 1.
    having or showing a lack of common sense or judgment; absurd and foolish.

Silly? Well according it it's definition, that doesn't sound anything like the Joker. No, the Joker is supposed to be crazy. I'd say that the silly thing were true if the only Joker I had been exposed to was maybe Nicholson and Romero (and even with Nicholson, that's pushing it). But since I live in 2015 where thisthis and this exist, I'd that's not the case.

In the end, it's all simple really: Marvel is a comic book company making comic book movies and Warner Bros. is a movie studio making comic book movies. Doesn't take a genius to see who would have a better grasp on the source material. The sensibilities involved with each series have been clear since the beginning. The DC side of things are trying to be different at the cost of what made the characters who they are and as someone who genuinely enjoys the characters that have been established in 75 years of comics -- and with what Marvel has done -- it's hard to watch so many iconic characters be reduced to pop culture comedy fodder.

Is the entire thing a lost cause? I don't believe so. Leto will be able to hide most of the tattoos with whatever prison garb they put him in and given his past roles, I'm sure he'll be able to give us a serviceable Joker. And I truly hope he does. Just like I really hope that Jesse Eisenberg knocks it out of the park as Lex Luthor.


"Bruce Wayne would never do that." Neither would The Joker.

Sleep (a poem)

Why can't I sleep?
Is it because of these thoughts that just won't stop?

Why won't I sleep?
It must be the things I still haven't done

Why should I sleep?
To rest the body but what of the soul?

Why do I sleep?
To escape from a world that holds me tight in its vice.

Why do I wake?

Because death would be too easy.

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