Red State; A Hardcore Review

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Dead West; A Hardcore Review *SPOILERS*

After going damn near a month without a review, I decided to start reading and rereading graphic novels I have in my library. As you may know, my favorite graphic novel of all time is Teenagers from Mars, written by Rick Spears and drawn by Rob Goodridge, better known in the industry as Rob G. Even his wife calls him Rob G. It's kind of like how a group of friends in a sketchbook all refer to one guy by his full name of Paul Fini. The same Paul Fini who does a book called Bliss from his own comic book imprint Indie Only Press. But that's a whole other story.
This story takes a two different genres and mashes them together in a bomb digity comic book. Spears and Goodridge strike again in this 2005 original graphic novel from Gigantic Press the same people who put out the Teenagers from Mars trade. It reads fast paced with seriously cool action in a zombie spaghetti western of movie quality proportions. Dead West could easily translate into either a full length live action movie or an animated movie with all the trimmings.
Dead West marks the revenge of a young native man, who longed to be a hunter and a brave. When his tribe was slaughtered by greedy white men, the brave, who is only ever referred as "Cub" hatches a plot to bring revenge on those responsible. Invoking some sort of death pact, the young brave makes a circle around the nearby town and then commits ritual suicide. But.... the young man comes back from the dead, along with everyone else in the cemetery. The key is the circle cannot be broken by the undead.
In the nearby town a man has been hanged for stealing livestock. A young woman, who is also a whore, pregnant, possibly with his child is forced, along with the rest of the town to witness the "justice." The way he comes back is awesome. Lifting himself up on the noose and biting the rope in half. Dozens of the dead come back to terrorize the town.
There was very little dialog in this book, but some of the lines were classics. When the pregnant whore is given a gun by the man with no name who is being chased by a bounty hunter, she shoots the owner of the whore house and laughs, "I got you! I fucking got you!" I largely suspect the man had raped her.
When "Cub" finds his zombie father, the chief about to take his final resting place, he tells his father that he has enacted revenge. His father tells him something so profound. He says, "Did you take a wife? Have a son?" When the tribe was killed all "Cub" did was live for revenge. When he should have kept the tribe going on.
The story closes with the formerly pregnant, now mother and the man with no name leaving the town and breaking the circle. And a vulture leaves the circle too.
This book is awesome on a lot of levels. True, Goodridge's style can be a bit stiff where his people look like mannequins. But altogether, this book is fucking solid as they come. And even better it's small press.
This Hardcore Review regards Dead West with the grade of a true old school tough son of a bitch who never got his due in the United States, until he got a World Heavyweight Title shot. "Dr. Death" Steve Williams took on the then Extreme Championship Wrestling World Championship Raven in a fight that saw "Dr. Death" bleed on American soil, which is super rare. But it was the end of the match that saw just how hardcore Steve Williams really was. It took three super kicks from leader of the Blue World Order, Big Stevie Cool and a DDT from Raven to stop the man who was an All-American in both collegiate wrestling and football and one of the most dominant American wrestlers who ever stepped foot into a Japanese ring.

Sopranos Season 3; A Hardcore Review

Holy SHIT! I know I know this series is over and everyone felt like they got kicked in the nuts right after making out with their brother/ sister with the finale. SHUT UP! Cause I ain't seen it yet. And I wanna be surprised that it ends with the screen going blank without any closure. FUCKERS! GAWD!
With that out of the way... Can this series get any better. I mean it was like finishing volume six of the Walking Dead. What the fuck else can possibly happen here. You hate Tony's mom for all of season's one and two and then she just drops dead? I barely got a chance to hate her this season. Then Tony hooks up with the yummy and completely psycho Annabella Sciorra. That whole strip tease with the super tiny skirt thing... I had to change my pants. And his reaction to "who" she is. Fucking amazing. If I can write half that well, I'll be a fucking genius.
This is one of the two greatest series of the past fifteen years. The other being OZ. That's a whole other thing, brotha.
Murder, betrayal, drugs, murder, drugs, murder... And then there's the HUGE letdown. I knew for a long time that the female FBI plant was supposed to be my Hollywood dream woman, Fairuza Balk. I knew that she filmed the part in the last episode. And then she was told they would not bring the character back for season 4. So she made other arrangements. Then they decide to bring the character back, as they should (it's Fairuza Balk for crying out loud) and she's already commited to another project. So they recast the role and then reshoot it. Which I understand, but how can you plant a character, give them five minutes of screen time with a whole plot point resting on their shoulders, and then "decide" not to bring the character back? I mean Fairuza or not, that's just ludicrous.
Oh, all that and Meadow looses her virginity, and Christopher finally gets "made." THAT, my readers, IS how you fucking write, direct, shoot and act out thirteen of the finest episodes known to man.
This IS Raven stealing the Sandman's estranged wife, Laurie and his seven year old son Tyler in the middle of one of the most violent, heated and personal feuds in ECW, FUCK THAT, WRESTLING history. Tyler proclaiming that, "I know" when Raven says his parent's divorce is all Jim's fault, dressed like Raven and then throwing his head back and holding his arms out like a brainwashed little Flock member. Drink the Kool-Aid little Tyler. DRINK IT!

Blacula: A Hardcore Review *SPOILERS*

So I watched this atrocity in two parts on Hulu. Man, I understand what Blaxploitation was about. And I know the genre a little. But gimme a break. Did this director even know the meaning of plot or pacing in this movie? Cause it was totally lost on me. I rate it only slightly higher on the list of shitty vampire movies than Twilight, cause well, I was drunk when I watched that abortion.
First thing was Blacula's name, Mamuwalde. I know in the story he was an Sfrican prince, but the fact that he had an American accent is fucked up. And how does a chick call his name in the heat of passion? It's four fucking syllables. That brings me to the bitch he hooks up with, who according to him is his wife reincarnated. They meet under auspicious circumstances, as he mistakes her for his wife, and chases her down the street, and then she even entertains the thought of still talking to him, much less hooking up with him. And then after fucking one time, when Blacula leaves, she says she loves him. There's your strong female character for the day folks.
Then there's the transformation from human to Blacula. Apparently Blaculas grow massive monobrows, sick looking porkchop sideburns and become seriously devolved. The only one that can actually speak or hold a thought, is Blacula himself.
And what the fuck was up with all the cops wearing helmets while riding in their cop cars. It was like watching a shitty version of Benny and Joon.
So the whole thing revolves around Mamuwalde being bitten by Dracula himself. Sealed up in a coffin and purchased along with all the other belongings from Count Dracula's castle in the 1970's. The two interior designers open the casket and get attacked by Blacula. It was kinda funny, cause the two designers get attacked. One gets buried immediately, the other has his body viewed by the family and friends, and a investigative doctor? I honestly don't know how the dead interior designer was linked to the sister of the chick who Blacula thought was his wife, but somehow she was. It could have been explained in the dialog, but it was so vomitously horrendous that I think my brain shielded it from me, in order to keep me able to continue to create stuff on my own. And I'm not saying my stuff is better than this, but yeah, my stuff is better than this. Oh, god it made me want to drink like Old English 800 or King Cobra, it was that fucking terrible. And still it was better than Twilight, cause well, at least Blacula has the decency to die when he went into the sunlight.
The grade for this movie should be as such, and as you know it revolves around wrestling. But do I use a vampire wrestling reference (yes, they have happened. MORE THAN ONCE!) or do I use a seriously racist angle (of which there are way too many to pick from). And I think, no. I'll go with clear crowd reaction failure. It was 1996, just after Kurt Angle had won the gold medal for freestyle wrestling in the heavyweight division. That's not the bad part. The show being filmed in the ECW Arena that night was pretty much a culmination involving the Raven versus Sandman feud that had been going on for the better part of a year by this point. And "without" the knowledge or approval of either Paul Heyman or Tod Gordan, after brainwashing his wife and son and beating him to another bloody pulp, Raven, Stevie Richards, Nova and The Blue Meanine crucified the Sandman. Complete with barbed wire as his proverbial crown of thorns. The crowd just went silent. They became pissed off, and got all moody like the kids who watch Twilight as they battle between armies of Ethan and Jacob, or whoever that fucker is. Kurt Angle lost it and began screaming at Joey Styles, who he was doing play by play commentary with during the show. See, Christians have no fucking sense of humor about their fucking ridiculous faith. I mean c'mon. The story has been told about a million times before. Virgin chick gets knocked up by god, has a child on the 25th of December. Kid grows up and raises the dead and heals the sick. Gets persecuted, tried, and then crucified. Three days later he rises from the dead? Where has this happened before you ask. Try looking up the history of Horus, son of Ra, the Egyptian god of the son. That story predates Christianity by oh 2,000 years! True story...

Jane's World Omnibus vol.1; A Hardcore REview *SPOILERS*

So I just finished reading the first omnibus of Jane's World, an ongoing collected comic strip by Paige Braddock. Jane's World is hilarious comic strip about Jane Wyatt, a gay journalist and her group of friends. Think Seinfeld, except full of lesbians. Yes, Jane's World is a GLBT comic. And it's damn good too. I first heard of Ms. Braddock back at APE Con 2008. As when I was there she was one of the featured guests. This past San Diego Comic Con, I attended two GLBT comic book panels. One entitled, "Writing Queer, creating effective GLBT characters," and the other, "Gays in Comics: Year 23." This year has been pretty much a landmark in gay comics, as many characters, both new and long standing have either revealed themselves to be gay, or their sexuality has become more prevalent in their stories. Even Archie Comics has a new gay character, Kevin. Things have become a little more accessible to the GLBT community, and their friends and family. Conversely, the Westboro Baptist Church, you know the God Hates Fags people, protested Comic Con International. From what I hear, it's because comic books and Hollywood support and tolerate the homosexuals, and their impure lifestyle.
So back to Jane's World. Jane is a neurotic, blond who kind of watches life pass her by. I say that, cause I think she's a really accessible character whether you're gay or straight or even if you don't label yourself. She spends her time obsessing over relationships past and the girl who just smiled at her at the corner coffee shop. And then there's her circle of friends. First her roommate Ethan, who could best be described as a confrontational phobic, slob who's kind of the same vein as Jane. Both spend their time wondering "what if?" instead of going out and getting stuff done. In the middle of the volume, Jane decides she's gonna write a novel, but an never seem to get past that pesky opening line before she loses interest. She's a poster child and spokesperson for Generation X. You know the kids who took Ritalin and Prozac and never got fully acclimated to the world. And not for lack of trying. Cause well, we never really tried. It was more for lack of motivation to try.
Early on, Jane meets her arch nemesis, Chelle. A narcissistic, and bullying woman who looks an awful lot like Trinity from the Matrix. She wears her sunglasses all the time. And is mostly seen wearing a black wife beater and black pants that I can only assume are leather. Chelle puts a strain on Jane's relationship with her coworker Archie, who much like Jane, never seems to do any actual work when he's on the clock.
Enter Jane's close circle of friends, who include Dorothy or Dot as Jane calls her, and a whole bunch of other people who I cannot for the life of me remember. Damn Chemo! So Jane and her ex, Sarah I believe, go on a canoe trip with another couple, who are friends, and somehow, as you will see, Chelle somehow tags along, thus ruining Jane's passive attempt to re-establish her lost relationship. And even though Chelle plays spoiler to Jane at about every goddamn turn you can imagine, Jane is still a pretty plucky gal.
Then there's "Shallow Breast Guy," another cartoonist contemporary of Paige Braddock's who seemingly takes over the Jane's World strip at very inappropriate time, giving all of the mostly female cast huge knockers and very monosyllabic lesbian porn diatribes about "getting it on." And then the characters point out that they are indeed in a comic strip and cannot understand how this "Shallow Breast Guy" keeps taking control of the comic. They never even acknowledge Paige. In their world, I think it's supposed to be an anonymous creator of some sort.
Hijinks ensue, such as Jane getting a dog named Rusty and a hamster. The hamster breaks outta his cage and bolts into Ethan's room. To which Jane calls Dot at work and asks for help in searching for the little rodent. Jane dresses in full scuba gear and ties a rope to her waist, while Dot is her anchor woman. Should Jane tug on the rope, Dot has to reel in Jane from the depths of spookiness that is Ethan's room. I believe this happens twice, before the hamster runs out of the room himself. During the process Jane frees the cable guy who has been trapped in Ethan's room for the better part of a decade.
Oh and then there's the incident where Jane and Dixie, a very big haired woman from near Graceland get abducted by aliens. And during the attempted escape, Jane turns Dixie into a monkey. Jane then takes monkey Dixie home where she eventually turns back into big haired human Dixie. And it all ties together cause Dot, Dixie and Talia, who was Jane's marching band mate in college turns up, and they all know each other and had relations in the past.
All in all I would highly recommend Jane's World to anyone wanting a humorous tale or epic proportions, that doesn't really go anywhere. And I say that only in the sense that by the end of the first omnibus things have come full circle, yet doesn't really seem like they ever left the front door. And that's totally not a bad thing. In an industry dominated by 'roided out guys in spandex and capes and masks who claim to be anything but gay, there is a small stable of comics that holds true to their intended audience and creators. And in this day and age it is so easy to get swept up in the fracas that it would seem common place. However, Paige Braddock does a great job with the humor department. Jane's World is a fantastic read, that you will breeze through and then be sad that you're finished. So you'll order the next volume from your dealer. And at just $20 for the first several volumes combined into one phone book sized edition is a hell of a good deal. Take a chance and try something new. You'd be surprised how pertinent this book probably is to your life.
As you may or may not know, instead of stars, or a letter grade, I review all of these projects on a notable hardcore moments in professional wrestling history. And Jane's World is most certainly deserving of, in keeping with the characters and GLBT theme of this review, the first ever lesbian kiss in wrestling history. I feel like I have used this moment before, but fuck it. All of the other "lesbian" moments were just that, no real moments. They were purely for shock and value. And they did neither. The year was 1995, if I remember correctly. Tommy Dreamer had just stolen Beulah McGillicutty away from Raven, when she revealed in an in ring interview with Joey Styles and Stevie Richards that she was pregnant. Only weeks later, Shane Douglas, made it public that Beulah had been cheating on Dreamer with someone else. Dreamer confronted Douglas in the ring, to which Douglas revealed further that Beulah not only had been cheating on him, but SHE WAS NOT PREGNANT! Infuriated, Dreamer ordered to know who he was. To which Douglas laughed, "Oh it's not a him Tommy Dreamer. It's not a him at all!" In a flash five foot nothing, Kimona Wanna Laya grabs the mic and shreiks, "It's ME!" Beulah and Kimona go at it in the ring, which ends with Tommy grabbing both women by the hair and yanking them apart. Douglas walks up to Tommy and asks him, "What are you gonna do now?" And in typical ECW over the top, hardcore-ishness, Tommy exclaims, "I'll take 'em both. I'm hardcore!" And a new kind of three way dance begins. This angle got ECW kicked off of every affiliate network that carried the syndicated programming. Who knew that seven years later Eric Bischoff would return to wrestling and bring about something like HLA, Hot Lesbian Action into the ring in WWE. And now WWE has a PG, all ages type of format that would never allow for that type of in ring shenanigans. Kudos to ECW for being pioneers in more ways than just violence and typical tits and ass type angles.

Savage Dragon Archives 1; A Hardcore Review

While watching a great many things, post Phoenix Con, I have also begun reading some of the fucking amazing books I picked up while on my adventure. I did however FAIL to make any trades while at said convention. There will no doubt be Hardcore Reviews on some of those purchases as well. Although, I have yet to figure out how to write a review on an action figure. I mean I know I could, but other than just describing the sculpt and the amount of articulation. That would be a pretty short review. Although with my prevalent use of the English language and my constant use of foul language could beef up the body of work. However, today I am reviewing the compilation of the Savage Dragon's first 21 issues, plus it's 3 issue mini series.
Originally I purchased the second volume of Savage Dragon Archives a while ago from Bookmans a while back. When at Phoenix ComiCon, I swung by the Spazdog Comics booth. They had a ton of graphic novels. I got the book for dirt cheap. Almost immediately after getting home, I began reading the book. Wrought with harsh violence and Dragon constantly losing his clothes almost once per issue, Savage Dragon also features a lot of gratuitous T & A. In all actuality, the book, features the raw black and white line art of Erik Larsen, and I might say, almost as much fucking dialog as an Alan Moore graphic novel. For the love of god, I understand Larsen is a liberal thinker. You kind of have to be to be an artist who pretty much works for himself, but does Dragon have to spell out what tolerance is defined as, and why it needs to be achieved in a comic book that features all this near nudity and a giant naked green guy with a fin on his head punching the shit out of anything that moves? Since when did a massive brute suddenly become a philosopher? I get that we all have political and personal views on life, as I subliminally put them into my comic book as well. But does he have to be so freaking overt about it? And I mean, I once read a tip from Chuck Dixon that said if you can say in 12 words what you could also say in 24, go with 12. It's a comic, it's supposed to be visual. The pictures are supposed to tell the majority of the story. Otherwise it would be a novel.
The story is what you would expect with an early Image comic. Pretty much all flash and dash, not a lot of useless plot points or actual needless character development.
In all, it is what it is. Enjoyable for the mindless action fan. It's a Schwarzenegger movie. Massive budget for the biggest explosions, and a kindergarten vocabulary. Don't get me wrong, I dig a mindless action movie as much as the next person, but think about what every typical Bruce Willis, everything blows up and we all shout out the one liners together, if it had plot and heart like Leon. I know, it causes you to have to think and Zeus knows we hate thinking for ourselves when we watch the pretty pictures move by at 30 frames per second, and the millions dwindle away and your paycheck get eaten up with a fucking twelve dollar ticket price and another thirty bucks for a small popcorn and cola. We all need that escape from reality. For the longest time (until I grew up and realized not everything has to blow up and be monosyllabic to be entertaining) my favorite movie was Terminator 2: Judgment Day. And I still love shouting, "Get to da choppah!" in an Austrian accent at passing motorists as loud as possible without popping a lung. Mindlessness is a necessary evil in this day and age. And I have to say, getting 24 issues of mindless, Tom & Jerry like violence for the low cost of two movie tickets is pretty awesome.
Ole Fin-Head keeps getting into trouble. In fact I honestly wonder what costs more, the collateral damage (also a Schwarzenegger movie)to the city of Chicago or replacing Officer Dragon's uniforms every other page. The coupled with the introduction of woman after woman who has a thing for green skinned, 'roided out guys who forget to work out their legs. And each one of them is fucking needy as shit. I get that most of the time comic books are a reflection of their respective creators and their secret power trip ideals, but I seriously hope that Erik Larsen doesn't go looking for women who unabashedly throw themselves at him and have little self control or self esteem that they constantly need to be validated by fucking the object of their desires. Although, I wouldn't mind hooking up with either Kyle or Grrry in real life.... maybe. The whole addition of the shower scene to issue 17, that was omitted from a version of the individually released issue was good, but begs the question of how gaping is the space between Rapture's legs to be able to fit Dragon's Big Show sized hand? Jesus Christ almighty!
So, in summation, if massive destruction, completely necessary tits and ass, and fights by barely clothed insanely muscled "he men" is your thing. You should run, NOT WALK to your local comic book distributor (comic book shop) and pick up Savage Dragon Archives Vol. 1.
As for the grade of the book. As I was saying before, I did like this book, I just felt that Savage dragon had way to much obvious preaching about acceptance, for a book that refers to the super powered individuals as "freaks," and too many goddamn words, and some pretty horrid costumes (it was the early 90's after all). I give you one of the most bizarrely named gimmick matches ever, the "Raven's Clockwork Orange House of Fun" match. Which was basically just a way of saying there would be a bunch of fucking weapons hanging on a chain that surrounded the ring. The match of course being officiated by none other than one of the early pioneers of hardcore wrestling in America, Kevin "The Taskmaster" Sullivan, complete with painted on referee shirt and bow tie, and the word "VIOLENCE" scrawled across his chest. I know what you're thinking, "this is gonna be like Ric Flair versus Kerry Von Erich from the mid 80's." And as you may have figured, Raven versus the Sandman from the very early days of TNA Wrestling, was the continued classic series of matches the two had from ECW. Violent, bloody and complete with Sandman blasting Raven with a half empty twelve pack of Natty Light! The object of the match, other than bludgeoning your opponent to mush, was to was to eventually get them up to Raven's Nest and then toss them over the railing and through the mountain of tables. The culmination of the match was Scotty shooting Jim in the face with a fire extinguisher filled with chem powder and then tossing the drunk off the balcony and through like eleventeen some odd tables.

Clash of the Titans (1981); A Hardcore Review

In getting ready for the monumental 3D event of the early Spring, I decided to download and watch the original Clash of the Titans. Yes the very same movie made famous for some amazing stop motion animation and special effects by Mr. Ray Harryhausen. The same Mr Ray Harryhausen who was made homage to in
Monster's Inc for the sushi house named after him. The same movie made famous with a line from Kevin Smith's Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, where Randal goes into the Quick Stop and proclaims, "I was trying to watch Clash of the Titans and all I can hear is those two yelling about Morris Day at the top of their lungs."
This movie had pretty much everything a flick involving the Gods should. Infidelity, bastard children, vengeance, brutality, egomaniacs, and some wicked stop motion animation. You have to remember that I went to school for animation in the early 2000's. And the cgi and ability has changed so much since then. It's change immensely since 1981 when this movie came out. I cannot get over how, even with the limited tech they had and the limits that compositing held, this movie holds up remarkably well. I mean to me, Gollum from LOTR doesn't even look all that realistic anymore. And that wasn't more than a handful of years ago. Some of the greatest movies of all time come from that specific time period, and the suspension of disbelief is what made it great. Now don't get me wrong, I love a movie with amazing animation in it, but there's nothing like the original Star Wars trilogy, or ET or the first two Aliens movies and Terminator 2. These films are epic, and will stand the test of time, not just cause of the generation who will never let them go, but mainly because they were phenomenally told narratives on good versus evil. And since then things have become so blurred in the 98% of Gray area we have called moral ambiguity.
Look, I loved The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man and The Hellboy movies. Those you need on Bluray so you can admire the quality of the animation, costume and set design. And let's not forget how the quality of special effects has risen to a new level. It's just astonishing in scope. But there is legitimately something special about Clash of the Titans. The only other movie that came close to that, was done back in 1933, and it was called King Kong. It stood as testiment for almost 50 years. And even with the newest advent of using 3D in every other flick that comes out, I still need to harken back to movies like Clash and Star Wars to remember where I came from and what made me passionate about my imagination. It's what made me what to be a super hero. And even with the cheesy dialog and props that don't look quite right, it stands as lineage to what is.
You know I grade my reviews on a scare of a hardcore moment in professional wrestling history. The more hardcore the moment, the more I enjoyed the work I am reviewing. The more references to Hulk Hogan, the more I recommend you gouge out your eyes of puncture your ear drums. So, here we go...
It was a Friday night in late 1999. The Dudley Boys, on their last night with ECW had just won back the World Tag Team Titles. And they promised to lay them at the feet of WWE Chairman, Vince McMahon. Was there nobody who would rescue the most coveted titles in team sports? That man came forth. His name is Tommy Dreamer. With a massively damaged back, and tortured soul from the Dudleys, he wouldn't back down. He stormed the ring and began defending the honor of the company he loved. But all too quickly the two toughest men in the tag team division began the ultimate destruction of the ultimate team player in Dreamer. But, then something happened. From out of the crowd came a man from Dreamer's past. A man Dreamer hated. A man who but once had never lost to Tommy. The delusional and egomaniacal man named Raven, slid into the ring, and DDT'ed one of the Dudleys and pinned him. Tommy began to get up as the ring bell sounded. Confused and in a daze one of the tag belts was slapped onto Tommy's shoulder by his arch nemesis, Raven. And just as quickly as it started, Raven slipped back into the embrace of the ECW crowd, arms out stretched, head thrown back in effigy.

The Boondocks Season 1; A Hardcore Review

Into it holds the idea that we should be fair and balanced and be "nice" and not be damning of a product or its creators. I say this. It would not be truth if I only reviewed things I liked or always in a favorable way. In fact the reviews where I have panned something have brought me the most kudos from readers. And quite simply, if you do not like things to be reviewed fairly and in an editorial manner... DON'T FUCKING READ MY REVIEWS! In fact if that's how you feel you should probably never read anything I write... EVAR!
I am going to remind everyone who reads these reviews that the grading system I use is this: instead of thumbs up or stars, I rate on hardcore moments in pro wrestling history. The more hardcore the event, match, promo or moment the more I liked the book, comic, movie or video game I am reviewing. The less hardcore the moment, the more I disliked it. An example would be anything related to Hulk Hogan would be highly NOT recommended. Onto the review...
On to the very first Hardcore Review in quite some time and the first here on my new blog. I have to say I have read handfuls of the comic strip of the Boondocks. Aaron McGruder is one intelligent guy. His takes on how pop culture reflects life, and some of the absurdities that race plays in the way we view things and act out ourselves. Huey Freeman is a ten year old revolutionary with ideals on changing suburbia and the world at large. His younger brother Riley is a foul mouthed, gangsta wannabe with visions of living like Tony Montana in Scarface. Their grandfather, Robert has his own ideas, about hooking up with a young cutie.
Huey spends his days finding new ways to run a foul of the ideas of what a ten year old black kid in suburbia is supposed to be. From conducting experiments on how black television can affect you physically to standing on a soap box spouting about how the government is lying to the public, to running an escape plan for a man wrongfully accused and sentenced for murder. Riley spends his time hanging with equally juvenile friends Ed Wunsler III and Gin Rummy, who get into all sorts of trouble regarding the attempted kidnapping of Oprah to "fighting terrorism" at a gas station convenience store they frequent in order to rob it. While Grandad "Bitches" Freeman gets his ride, "Dorothy" pimped by Xzibit to dating a ho named Crystal, like the champagne.
Did you know that Dr. Martin Luther King Junior WASN'T assassinated? He was shot, but then slipped into a forty year long coma. He woke just in time to condemn the United States' war on terror following the 9/11 attacks, to become the most hated man in America. Were you aware that there's a disease that makes the pigment in your skin darker? And that Michael Jackson was the lucky son of a bitch who didn't get it. And did you know that rich white men can pretty much do whatever they want in America? Including robbing their family owned banks. Kidnap celebrities AND open fire on an "armed" terrorist who's been quietly working in a convenience store for years.... in front of a cop! This series is quality from top to bottom. Every character is beautifully crafted and every story is amazing thought out.
The Boondocks is triumphant in so many different ways. Aaron McGruder is possibly the most intelligent syndicated cartoonist in history. The Boondocks did to late night cartoon time slots what Tommy Dream did to elevate the feud with Raven at ECW's Heatwave 1995. After Stevie Richards was soundly trounced and bloodied by Luna Vachon, Tommy handcuffed Raven to the cage surrounding the ring, in essence crucifying him before delivering the most heinous chair shot in the history of wrestling, "the chair shot heard round the world."