A Love Letter To Batman: The Brave and the Bold (And Other Stories)

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I’ve been down with a pretty bad flu the last few days, which has knocked me on my ass and kept me from being as productive as I’d like. I’ve even been too exhausted to write and have instead spent the last few days munching on Goldfish, building Lego sets, and watching Batman: The Brave and the Bold.

And I’ve gotta say, I’m loving the show.


Batman Vs Superman – 4 Reasons The Delay Is A Good Thing

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Batman Vs Superman – 4 Reasons The Delay Is A Good Thing

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that we’ll have to wait ten more months to see Batman Vs. Superman. But, this is undoubtedly the best move for the final film, and as someone who’s been waiting his whole life for this movie, I’m okay with waiting a bit longer. After all, it’s better to get it right than to get it right now.

Oscars: 6 Movies That Were Harmed By Winning Best Picture

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Oscars: 6 Movies That Were Harmed By Winning Best Picture

Awards season is in full swing, and we’re only a few days away from the Academy’s announcement of the Oscar nominees. Before we start debating which films should take home the coveted gold statuettes, let’s take a look back in time at some past winners that were actually hurt by winning the top prize…

The Desolation of Peter Jackson’s Soul

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Remember how badly we wanted to see The Hobbit brought to the big screen? Years of court battles, production delays, director swaps, and and the possibility that the films may never see the light of day. Then, a couple years ago we finally got word that it was happening, by none other than the great Guillermo del Toro. A fanboy’s dream come true!

Alas, we’re two bloated Hobbit films in, with another one to go before Peter Jackson (who took over director duties when del Toro dropped out) finally, hopefully, leaves the world behind him.

The saddest thing about Jackson’s Hobbit trilogy, thus far, is that if it weren’t called The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins wouldn’t be in it at all. Martin Freeman has more to do as Sherlock’s trusty sidekick on BBC than he does as the lead of these films, and when they occasionally cut away from Radagast giving a hedgehog CPR, Dwarves barreling down Splash Mountain, or Evangeline Lilly’s beautiful elf ears, we’re reminded that, “Hey! Bilbo’s here too!”

Jackson knows this will be his last chance to visit Middle Earth, and abuses the opportunity to the utmost. Not only did he expand the 300 page book into three gargantuan movies, but decided to dive into Tolkien’s LOTR appendixes as well, giving us hours of meaningless subplots, turning a great, straightforward adventure into an endeavor.

In the end, The Hobbit trilogy is, first and foremost, about Peter Jackson. Not about Bilbo Baggins. It’s about Jackson not wanting to let go to his bread and butter, or leave a fictional world he’s called home for over a decade. He’s become George Lucas, expanding and dwelling on parts of a story we were never really curious about. Maybe del Toro would have had more respect for our short, heroic friend.