Confirming what the Internet Brain Collective already suspected, Tom Cruise recently told EmpireIncredibles director Brad Bird will indeed be directing the next sequel in the Mission: Impossible franchise. And you can trust Tom Cruise, because he's at whatever thetan level makes you a truth-speaker. Seven, maybe?
Now time to see if my curiosity for what Bird can do with live-action can override my disdain for seeing Tom Cruise hang from wires.
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Poster by Tyler Stout. 24″x36″ screen print with metallic inks. Hand numbered. Printed by D&L Screen Printing. Edition of 515.
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If you had told me when Spartacus began in January that the season finale that aired last month would constitute a high point in television viewing this year, I would have called you mad. The fact that the very same finale is so good when the original season premiere was so staggeringly, jaw-droppingly bad constitutes a minor miracle of the sort unseen in modern years.
How did they do it?
Nothing in the overall tone has changed; the sex and violence remain as gratuitous and exploitative as ever. And yet somewhere along the line, Spartacus found a genuine dramatic soul -- sucking me in no matter how hard I fought and leaving me cheering like a deranged football booster at the richly satisfying climax to a wild opening season.
It's not a complex formula. For twelve episodes, we've watched Spartacus (Andy Whitfield) take it in the shorts from all manner of rivals and foes. Tonight, it's payback. He and his buddies are busting out of this popsicle stand, and they're happy to slaughter anyone who gets in their way. Turns out, "anyone" is just about everyone, from the dipshit Legionnaires guarding the ludus to the guests at Batiatus's (John Hannah) "mine is the grandest penis in all the land" party. Spartacus mainly wants the Big B--retribution for murdering his wife--but he's not apt to be choosy.
Nor are the ranks of gladiators behind him, pissed about their recent treatment and ready to bet it all on a desperate bid for freedom.
Once I got past the bad blue-screen effects and cartoony blood splatters I enjoyed the series as a whole. I suppose all the sexuality and gore had something to do with it, along with seeing Xena Warrior Princess nude every second episode kept me watching more. No doubt those first few episodes (and the fact they are soooo bad) is what turned many people off and made them keep away from it. But I was pleasantly surprised. Some of the special effects and lighting are obviously direct rip-offs of '300', and the character development and story structure isn't nearly as sophisticated as 'Rome'. But over all, entertaining and satisfying in that "guilty pleasure" sort of way. Lots of blood, beheadings and full frontal nudities for everyone. Below is a short bio of my favorite character of the series. Coincidentally, he's the actor that got kicked into the pit at the beginning of '300'. Doctore, the gladiator trainer:
If there's one artist who throughout his career has defined the terms badass and rock and roll, it is no doubt Frank Frazetta. It's with a really heavy heart I report that yet another legend of the industry is no longer with us.
Guillermo del Toro, Neal Adams and John Milius remember Frank Frazetta in this longer version of the obituary for the Los Angeles Times shown here.
Frank Frazetta, an illustrator whose vivid colors and striking brushstrokes conjured up fantastic worlds of musclebound heroes fighting with broad swords and battle axes to defend helpless women from horrible beasts, died on Monday in Fort Myers, Fla. He was 82. Frazetta's work can be found in any number of places -- horror comics of days gone by, numerous album covers, calendars, movie posters, you name it. He had a very distinct style that instantly upped the cred of whatever product it appeared on. He's left behind an incredible legacy that will continue to evoke well deserved adoration from fans.
The death, caused by a stroke, was confirmed by Rob Pistella and Steve Ferzoco, his business managers. In a telephone interview, Mr. Pistella said that Mr. Frazetta, who had a history of strokes, had returned from a Mother’s Day dinner with his family on Sunday night and fell ill. Emergency medical services were called and Mr. Frazetta was rushed to the hospital, where he died.
After working on daily comic strips like “Buck Rogers,” “Flash Gordon” and “Li’l Abner,” Mr. Frazetta moved onto comic books in the 1950s. He drew the movie poster for “What’s New Pussycat?” in 1964, and hit his stride executing detailed illustrations of pulp heroes like Conan the Barbarian and John Carter of Mars for their comic magazines and books. His realistic renderings of otherwordly scenarios (and barely clad women) made him the ideal candidate to illustrate the album covers for popular heavy metal albums like Molly Hatchet’s “Flirtin’ With Disaster” and Nazareth’s “Expect No Mercy.”
In November, Wired.com reported, Mr. Frazetta’s cover artwork for the paperback reissue of “Conan the Conqueror” by Robert E. Howard sold to an unnamed collector for $1 million. He was the modern godfather and master of contemporary fantasy art, he will be missed.