I have been on an anti Marvel trip for the better part of a few years now, but I picked this trade up at Bookmans the other day, cause I am digging humor comics a lot more recently. And this fuckin' book delivered. A motley group of Z listers from the Marvel universe, who include Mr. Immortal (who can never die), Dinah Soar (a pink Sauron-like chick who speaks in only a way the Mr. Immortal can hear), Doorman (a level 10 teleporter), which means he can teleport people so long as he's standing against the wall of the room you want to go into, Flatman (who is like Reed Richards, only not a scientist and is ALWAYS flat) and Big Bertha who makes all other female superheroes obsolete. She can control her body mass to be bigger than The Blob. BUT the way she gets rid of the excess body mass is equally Z Lister disgusting and totally a bad idea for young girls to read.
The team is on the verge of breaking up when they hear the news of the Avengers enormous battle and disassemblage. They decide that there must be a force against evil and that the Great Lakes Avengers is gonna be that not so insurmountable force. In this story they run across Maelstrom, who had been relegated to shit villain status years ago. However with the recent insurgence of terrible rogues and C level heroes to the main roster of cool, Maelstrom has hit his stride. Gaining the following of Batroc the Leaper and a few other Morts to steal the necessary equipment for his Machine of Doom. I call it the Machine of Doom, cause I don't remember if it had a name, and if it did, I sure as fuck don't remember it.
During the ensuing battle, several members of the GLA are brutally killed, and Mr. Immortal begins seeing the Phantom Rider, who he first saw in his childhood when his parents died or killed themselves of whatever, and he starts wigging out. So a recruitment drive is initiated. And what better city to start in than New York City, cause that's fucking where the whole Marvel Universe takes place (nice work Stan. Way to broaden things). The team hits up pretty much every A Lister in town, and anyone else they can find who has any discernible powers. The duo of Doorman and Flatman come to rest on a park bench in Central Park, in the middle of the fucking NIGHT! Are they insane? And in turn they get mugged. Only to be saved by, wait for it, Squirrel Girl and her squirrel sidekick, Monkey Joe. It seems Squirrel Girl patrols Central Park, although almost no one has ever seen her or heard of her. Thinking that she'll say no anyways the guys ask her to join the ahem, Great Lakes Avengers. TO which she agrees. Go figure.
Then in another battle they run across the Grasshopper, who agrees to join the team and is killed in a record 5.8 seconds afterwards.
Shit happens and weirdness ensues, like Mr. Immortal killing himself three or four times, Big Bertha, who in her secret identity is the most famous super model in Milwaukee, gives up big money and a lucrative future by STAYING in Milwaukee. Not even Laverne and Shirley stayed in Milwaukee. Robin Yount played his entire career with the Brewers and as soon as that was over and he got into the Hall of Fame, probably for sheer number of times he beat his head against a wall and survived, got the fuck out of there after wards. Even Lenny and Squiggy, well I think you get my point. And if you don't it's this, Milwaukee is a shitty place to live, and I've never even been to the airport.
Somehow, Mr. Immortal figures out a way to beat Maelstrom, using Doorman. Go figure. there's a use for more than one of these guys during the four issue mini series. But the way he beats Maelstrom is severely fucked up. I don't even think I would have been able to write something like this. Dan Slott did a great job on this title. But if you'd read his She-Hulk you would know how well he is at Super Hero sitcoms. It just boggles the mind. Anyway, I hope they resurrect this team in an ongoing series or at least some more minis. But alas Marvel is stupid and is making everyone a badguy or an anti-hero. And I resent that. The anti-hero thing is my gig, fuckers.
This book was a train wreck of hilarity and fucked up is the reason for the following grade. As Joey Styles stood in the middle of the ring and announced that since he had no real choice in the matter he would be interviewing "Dancing" Stevie Richards and his sidekick Blue Dust. And out comes Stevie in a bald cap and a cape with his hand outstretched in a claw. He was calling himself Baron Von Stevie and he said, "Do not worry Meanie, I will not hurt you." How Raven came up with these fucked up ideas and then kept a straight face is beyond me. But he did, and they killed each time. And during the interview the bald cap keeps slipping off and Stevie has to keep readjusting it over and over, until finally he just gets tired of it and throws it onto the canvas. The interview itself was a train wreck and made absolutely no sense, but that was the point. And it was one of the funniest moments in ECW history.
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Tricked!; A HArdcore Review
Just finished reading Powergirl 8 and 9 and Kick-Ass 8. Finished the graphic novel, Tricked by Alex Robinson this past weekend too. Remarkable work. Robinson hits "slice of life" out of the park with everything of his that I have read. The fact that he included a character from Box Office Poison was a really nice touch. And the way he wove the tapestry of several individuals into a total mind fuck was some of the best story telling I have ever had the pleasure of reading and viewing, since it's a graphic novel. Robinson tells the story of a semi washed up pop rocker, his new personal assistant; Caprice the holdover from Box Office Poison; her two bosses; the counterfeiting sports memorabilia store employee and his double life; the estranged daughter who never knew her father; and the dejected nervous wreck who loses his job and then his mind.
Tricked! is a fascinatingly fast paced ride through the lives of what is one of the most interesting ensemble cast of characters this side of Wet Moon. The way Robinson draws you into the lives of people you must pass on the street is enthralling. Anybody wishing to write "slice of life" stories should take notes with Robinson's work on Tricked! It is easily one of the best indie graphic novels of this new millennium.
Rating Tricked! on my usual scale this time around gave me a great idea for a grade. After coming back from an 8 month layoff due to rupturing (legitimately) his left quadriceps muscle, Triple H received massive fanfare and a push to the WWE Unified World Title at Wrestlemania 18. The problem was, his wife Stephanie McMahon Helmsley wasn't getting enough attention. During a tantrum Stephanie demands the couple renew their wedding vows, which trust me is a whole other grade in and of itself. She reveals she is pregnant, and gets Triple H to agree to the spectacle. After viewing the sonogram an preparations in the coming weeks on Raw and Smackdown the couple get ready to renew their vows in full black tie regalia. Linda McMahon sends Triple H a video tape of the very same "doctor" who performed the sonogram doing a vacation infomercial. In typical Triple H anti-face fashion, he goes down to the wire of the ceremony until it's his turn to recite his prewritten vows. He rips into Stephanie for all of her conniving, deceitful, two faced actions as of late, only to be physically attacked by the near geriatric Vince McMahon. Triple H "Pedigrees" the father of the bride and tears the wedding set asunder, makes his way up the entrance ramp with Stephanie scorned. I stand by this grade even though you would have to see it to have full effect, rather than read my freaking dissertation of it.
Tricked! is a fascinatingly fast paced ride through the lives of what is one of the most interesting ensemble cast of characters this side of Wet Moon. The way Robinson draws you into the lives of people you must pass on the street is enthralling. Anybody wishing to write "slice of life" stories should take notes with Robinson's work on Tricked! It is easily one of the best indie graphic novels of this new millennium.
Rating Tricked! on my usual scale this time around gave me a great idea for a grade. After coming back from an 8 month layoff due to rupturing (legitimately) his left quadriceps muscle, Triple H received massive fanfare and a push to the WWE Unified World Title at Wrestlemania 18. The problem was, his wife Stephanie McMahon Helmsley wasn't getting enough attention. During a tantrum Stephanie demands the couple renew their wedding vows, which trust me is a whole other grade in and of itself. She reveals she is pregnant, and gets Triple H to agree to the spectacle. After viewing the sonogram an preparations in the coming weeks on Raw and Smackdown the couple get ready to renew their vows in full black tie regalia. Linda McMahon sends Triple H a video tape of the very same "doctor" who performed the sonogram doing a vacation infomercial. In typical Triple H anti-face fashion, he goes down to the wire of the ceremony until it's his turn to recite his prewritten vows. He rips into Stephanie for all of her conniving, deceitful, two faced actions as of late, only to be physically attacked by the near geriatric Vince McMahon. Triple H "Pedigrees" the father of the bride and tears the wedding set asunder, makes his way up the entrance ramp with Stephanie scorned. I stand by this grade even though you would have to see it to have full effect, rather than read my freaking dissertation of it.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Darkman; A Hardcore Review
SO Sam Raimi took his first STAB at superherodom in Darkman. A story about a scientist who happens to be working on artificial skin for burn victims who gets blown up really nicely in a huge real estate racketeering scheme headed by the guy who played the retarded guy on LA Law. Not a bad setup for a movie, unless you were planning on casting a future Oscar winner in a leading roll in Frances McDomand who won Best Actress for Fargo, and future Golden Globe and Oscar nominee for best actor in Liam Neeson in the title roll of Dr. Peyton Westlake. And yes I know the film is not called, Dr. Peyton Westlake, but her calls himself Darkman at the very end of the film when he dons the visage of perennial B Movie Scream King, and the man known as the "Human Chin" in Bruce Campbell.
Sam Raimi's retarded younger brother, who is only famous cause Sam refuses to do a movie unless Ted Raimi can somehow be involved, is also in it. And yes, he played Joxer in Xena, which makes me want to commit Hari Kari for even knowing that shit, much less so because I actually used to watch it. He gets killed by old Peyton first, in what has to be the award winner for best kill scene of the flick.
Take into account that pre Spider-Man, Sam Raimi worked on a plethora of motion pictures which had the budget of what I get paid annually. Then couple that with the fact that I watched this on HD DVD, and fuck you I have a Super Blu so I can watch both HD DVDs and Blurays. This has to be one of the worst movies ever put in HD. And that is purely based on the severely retarded amount of compositing that is done. And shitily at that. Things just don't seem to work out real well for our blown up and severely burned anti-hero. His love life is nonexistent due to the fact that his girlfriend, McDormand, thinks he is dead. And add to that the stress of being revenge driven and bat shit crazy as a Polyester shirt on a hot hot Summer day.
Poor Peyton can't catch a fucking break. Not when he somehow takes his girlfriend to the local carnival and runs afoul of a carnie who's fingers he destroys after knocking over milk bottles at his booth. And by somehow, I mean, this guys synthetic skin only lasts for 99 minutes in the light. SO how the fuck do you take someone out the carnival in only an hour and thirty-nine minutes? I don't know how you do that, or have a long meaningful conversation over coffee or lunch in only an hour and thirty-nine minutes. But hey, it's a movie, and one more it's a Sam Raimi movie. While MST3King our way through the flick it was thought that this was Raimi's first bigger budget movie. I think I agree with that assessment, but it still held his trademark cheesey directorial attributes. The head through cabinet glass, the moments of constant hilarity, and the uber bad compositing jobs. All in all, Sam Raimi's Darkman holds a special place in my movie viewing experience.
The hardcore wrestling moment I equate this cinematic classic with is somewhat unorthadox in scope. Not in a Rob Van Dam high flying and kick fest, but more like a car accident that you like to watch over and over again. Check out ECW One Night Stand 2006, right before the main event when RVD battles John Cena for the WWE title. The music hits and out comes Eugene? WTF? This guy isn't hardcore. I mean the concept Vince had for this character was downright offensive to me, as someone who works with adults with DD. But they ended the reign of Eugene by bringing out the Sandman who caned the shit out of Eugene, even chasing him back to the dressing room, while beating him with his Kendo Stick.
Sam Raimi's retarded younger brother, who is only famous cause Sam refuses to do a movie unless Ted Raimi can somehow be involved, is also in it. And yes, he played Joxer in Xena, which makes me want to commit Hari Kari for even knowing that shit, much less so because I actually used to watch it. He gets killed by old Peyton first, in what has to be the award winner for best kill scene of the flick.
Take into account that pre Spider-Man, Sam Raimi worked on a plethora of motion pictures which had the budget of what I get paid annually. Then couple that with the fact that I watched this on HD DVD, and fuck you I have a Super Blu so I can watch both HD DVDs and Blurays. This has to be one of the worst movies ever put in HD. And that is purely based on the severely retarded amount of compositing that is done. And shitily at that. Things just don't seem to work out real well for our blown up and severely burned anti-hero. His love life is nonexistent due to the fact that his girlfriend, McDormand, thinks he is dead. And add to that the stress of being revenge driven and bat shit crazy as a Polyester shirt on a hot hot Summer day.
Poor Peyton can't catch a fucking break. Not when he somehow takes his girlfriend to the local carnival and runs afoul of a carnie who's fingers he destroys after knocking over milk bottles at his booth. And by somehow, I mean, this guys synthetic skin only lasts for 99 minutes in the light. SO how the fuck do you take someone out the carnival in only an hour and thirty-nine minutes? I don't know how you do that, or have a long meaningful conversation over coffee or lunch in only an hour and thirty-nine minutes. But hey, it's a movie, and one more it's a Sam Raimi movie. While MST3King our way through the flick it was thought that this was Raimi's first bigger budget movie. I think I agree with that assessment, but it still held his trademark cheesey directorial attributes. The head through cabinet glass, the moments of constant hilarity, and the uber bad compositing jobs. All in all, Sam Raimi's Darkman holds a special place in my movie viewing experience.
The hardcore wrestling moment I equate this cinematic classic with is somewhat unorthadox in scope. Not in a Rob Van Dam high flying and kick fest, but more like a car accident that you like to watch over and over again. Check out ECW One Night Stand 2006, right before the main event when RVD battles John Cena for the WWE title. The music hits and out comes Eugene? WTF? This guy isn't hardcore. I mean the concept Vince had for this character was downright offensive to me, as someone who works with adults with DD. But they ended the reign of Eugene by bringing out the Sandman who caned the shit out of Eugene, even chasing him back to the dressing room, while beating him with his Kendo Stick.
Monday, December 7, 2009
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."
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."
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