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Desolation Jones

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DESOLATION JONES

Philip K. Dick infamously wrote letters to the spy agencies that he assumed were keeping tabs on him detailing the illegal activities of his friends, which he taped to the underside of his trash can left on the road because that was the most obvious place that they would look. For years, Dick had these one-way conversations with fictitious investigative agencies, including the intelligence community in his life everyday, fictitiously surrounding himself with spies and spooks from all over the world.

Enter Warren Ellis, realizing Dick’s nightmare of an intelligence community in Los Angeles, creating a sub-community of exiled spies forced to live in L.A. or be executed on their own native soil. So DESOLATION JONES’ world sits in a Los Angeles chock full of former FBI, Mi-6, CIA, KGB and uglier things, all forced to live and maintain day jobs, scattered across LA’s grotesque underbelly.

Michael Jones, neither accomplished agent nor good detective, is former MI6 who got drunk and shamed the organization. In retribution, they donated his body to science, giving him the Desolation treatment – a psychological experiment that kept Jones awake for a year and left him branded a biological hazard – and then sent him to die in L.A.. In exile, Jones is a social and emotional cripple, working as a Private Investigator who only takes spook community jobs, making sure he’s only even in contact with the community. The reason? He hates the community for what was done to him and they’re the only ones he can take it out on. His instincts are so harsh and warped that he has to convince himself to NOT kill.

So when he comes into jobs to search for the personal pornographic film shot by and starring Adolf Hitler, Jones a warped and demented forced of nature unleashed into the job, a poisonous outsider to L.A. and a tired killer to the community that supports him.

To bring the Desolation world to life is the inimitable J.H. Williams III, whose stunning colours, composition, angles and page layouts make DESOLATION JONES aesthetically vibrant. The story flows from reality to drug-induced hallucination to ultra-violence with masterful dexterity. His page layouts shift dramatically to keep the reader interested and guessing with widescreen presentation and monochrome, fluid fight sequences that’ll take out your eye.

For Philip K. Dick the “Empire Never Ended,” which reflects DESOLATION JONES’ reality. The Empire of Spies and Spooks doesn’t end, they just had to get day jobs. And for Jones, there’s no redemption. They broke, burned and scratched their markings into his arms. Unable to even drink himself to death, Jones has nothing but to work until he can’t even keep that together anymore. To die or to live and die in L.A.

– Timothy Legion

— Timothy Legion is not presently read, looked to or admired. He created a newspaper (pamphlet) at his University that is fondly remembered by six people. He has not won any awards or been considered for nominations. He is wrist-deep in the Third Year of his self-imposed GLORIOUS FIVE YEAR PLAN.

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March 5, 2009 at 12:00 PM

Casanova vol 1

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Casanova vol 1 – Luxuria

The central idea of the Image Comic’s Slim-Line format is sixteen pages of comics and six pages of back-matter to allow for crisp, shorter stories with accessible singles – each of which fit into a larger storyline, but can be read individually and enjoyed. The perfect three minute pop singles for $1.99. One of two books to come out of the Image Slim-Line format (alongside FELL), CASANOVA is a semi-automatic machine pop-gun stuffed from barrel to bullet with spies, babes, a healthy dose of the ultra violence and half a century of pop culture. Even with a reduced page count, Matt Fraction crammed more material than a book twice its size into its pages, making it the thinnest thick comic on the stands. The sheer volume of information being presented wrapped masterfully by the superb Gabriel Bá (seconds before he became THE Gabriel Bá), shooting us like a rocket through the world of CASANOVA.

Casanova Quinn (thief, super-spy and all around prick fond of jumping out of space-ships with guns blazing) is stolen from his parallel dimension by Newman Xeno (bandages, bad attitude, double plus super villain) of W.A.S.T.E., replacing now-deceased Casanova Quinn (thief, super-spy, boyscout for E.M.P.I.R.E.) from Xeno’s dimension/timeline, effectively making Cass his own Evil Twin. The mission: Casanova is sent on assignments by E.M.P.I.R.E.. Xeno gives him counter-directives to disrupt their mission and further his own agenda. Cass must balance both objectives as fucking up in one-direction results in torturous death and the other way, also torturous death. All this and sex-robots, a three faced-psychic floating monk head and funerals.

Lost?

Good. CASANOVA isn’t the kind of book you read once. It’s the kind of book you read twice. And then you put it down, walk away and try to tell someone about it. Then after ten minutes, you’ve got 1-6 people looking absently at you, wondering if YOU even know what you’re talking about. Shamed, you go home and read it again and think: “Oh yeah, Super Model Death Squads.”

CASANOVA will make you want to throw away your Television. Your favourite shows don’t present as much information and anarchic glee as musically as Fraction and Bá have stuffed into sixteen pages of CASANOVA.

And what of Casanova? He steals stuff and fucks people up for money. With style and grace and his psychic spiders.

(Right, there are also psychic spiders. And escape artist Bodhisattvas. And…)

Timothy Legion

Timothy Legion is not presently read, looked to or admired. He created a newspaper (pamphlet) at his University that is fondly remembered by six people. He has not won any awards or been considered for nominations. He is wrist-deep in the Third Year of his self-imposed GLORIOUS FIVE YEAR PLAN.

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March 1, 2009 at 12:00 PM

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Night of the Hunter

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Night of the Hunter

“What religion do you profess, preacher?”

“The religion the Almighty and me worked out betwixt us.”

And so we learn the nature of one peculiar man of God and his relationship with the almighty that should strike fear into all those whom have sinned before his eyes.

Night of the Hunter presents preacher Harry Powel (Robert Mitchum), a refined southern gentleman of the cloth who has been leaving a long trail of dead ‘sinners’ in his wake. Rather than remain inconspicuous and stealthy as a common killer would, Powel has assumed the persona of a traveling evangelical preacher. A charming and compelling man, he is always eager preach the good word and to tell all those around him the story of ‘Right Hand, Left Hand. Good and Evil’. Tattooed on Powel’s hands are the words ‘love’ and ‘hate’, and the battle between the two is always a real crowd pleaser. It was with the left hand that Cain struck the blow that laid his brother low. H-A-T-E. However, the right hand has veins that go straight to the soul of man. L-O-V-E.

On the search for ten thousand dollars a former cell mate hid from the police, Powel finds his newest prey in widow Willa Harper (Shelley Winters), the widow of his aforementioned cell mate. Doing away with the husband was easy business, seeing as how the state took care of the killing for him but finding the money and outwitting Willa’s two cunning children prove to be more of a challenge than he predicted.

The idea of a movie monster is classically personified by your standard boogie men like Jason Voorhees, the Wolfman, and Freddy Kruger. Beasts and ghouls who violently kill without remorse or compassion. Then there are your more cerebral movie monsters. Characters who still kill without mercy, but fill every scene there are in with a state of discomfort and unrest, and not just at the sight of seeing them kill. Jaws. Anton Chigurh. Heath Ledger’s Joker. These villains only have to show up on screen and the audience is on the edge of their seats. Harry Powel could probably count the number of people he has killed on both of his tattooed hands. His only weapon is a tiny switchblade. Yet still, every time he is alone with another character, be it man, woman, or child, you always feel like he is moments away from doing something horrible. It is the subtle implication of murders yet to happen that makes the film so chilling. All that is needed is the idea and the audience fills in the rest.

Most unsettling about the film and this character is the fact that this is not your ordinary killer. This is a man of God. A good man, and an upright citizen. Certainly in Powel’s mind, a monster he is not, though he is a killer all the same. In fact, Powel may be the most morally incorruptible murderer in film history. Even after convincing Willa to marry him, he refuses to consummate their marriage. “The female body was made for begettin’ children and not for the lust of men,” he says. Perhaps it is his inflated sense of divinity, but Powel has deemed himself an eradicator of sin, never a perpetrator. He is the twisted and broken manifestation of all those stories of the Bible that we all assumed could never be used to justify something as horrible as murder, but to Powel, it is only natural to deduce such things from scripture. God, you see, does not mind the killings. His book is full of them.

One man and God worked out a religion between them. One where the rules apply only to those who had a hand in crafting it. The rest of us need only be told where we stand, and woe is he who challenges the preacher of such evangel. You know you’re in trouble if God is on the other side of that blade and on his hand are the letters that spell your fate. H-A-T-E.

– J.D. Renaud

J.D. Renaud has no formal education in film, but that is more than evident upon meeting and/or seeing him. A purveyor of all things eccentric, he prides himself on being a guinea pig test subject for any new form of media he is given. He currently lives in Winnipeg Manitoba with his go-go dancer roommate.

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February 27, 2009 at 12:00 PM

Posted in crime, thriller

Beowulf

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Beowulf (2007)

“The time of heroes is dead”

To be honest, it was the idea of a proper 3D film that got me into the theatre, opening night, to see Beowulf. To my great surprise and unwavering delight, the film proves itself to be more than pokes the eye, if you catch my drift.

The premise: The oldest English language poem turned into a movie using state-of-the-art motion capture technology and digital 3D. The film could have easily been an empty exercise in computer generated wizardry, but the filmmakers did not sell themselves short. They made a film of great depth and significance. Which despite its glossy, 3D paint job, stands up as a genuine cinematic experience.

At its core, Beowulf is about heroism. Throughout the film, the audience is presented with various notions on the nature of ‘heroism’. When we are introduced to Beowulf, he is gripped to the mast of his Viking vessel, standing, as it plows through wind, waves, and rain–He exclaims to his concerned friend Wiglaf, “The sea is my mother! She would never take me back to her murky womb!”

Beowulf is fearless.

When he and his fellow warriors strike land, Beowulf announces to its people, “They say you have a monster here. They say your lands are cursed. I am Beowulf and I’m here to kill your monster.”

Beowulf is courageous.

These are standard definitions of heroism. The character of Beowulf, however, is far more complex than a series of adjectives. As the narrative progresses, the layers of Beowulf’s proverbial armor are stripped, and what we are left with is a man whom the audience may or may not call heroic. This is the genius of Roger Avary and Neil Gaiman’s script; What could have been a conventional, badass, take on Beowulf purging evil from the lands, it choses to examine his heroism in relationship to the evil he is fighting. As you’ll discover, evil is not necessarily a hideous monster, but human fallibility. And so:

Beowulf is human.

Making use of legends, tall tales, folklore, and myths, Beowulf’s character, and the concept of heroism, is dissected before your eyes. While it is an unquestionable triumph in terms of digital cinema, it’s remains a visceral examination of the myth of hero. It is not only a breath-taking, visually stunning masterpiece of action cinema, it is legitimately thought provoking. A feast for not only the eyes, but the brain as well. That’s always nice.

I tell friends: I came for the 3D and stayed for the story. In fact, as proven by its DVD release, Beowulf is a film which could have been released without the 3D gimmick. In fact, I wish it had been, as people tend to remember it as some digital experiment rather than a proper film.

Beowulf doesn’t poke at your eyes, it pokes at your brain, and this is the reason Beowulf transcends its genre, into a meaningful piece of art.

– Alex Lyons

Alex Lyons studied English and History at the University of Guelph, where he acquired keen insights into late Victorian history, and its literature. This education, of course, serves no purpose here. Alex still lives in Guelph, and thinks of Jack the Ripper often.

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February 27, 2009 at 12:00 PM

Posted in action, fantasy

Strange Girl vol 1 – Girl Afraid

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Strange Girl vol 1 – Girl Afraid

Strange Girl is a fast-paced, action oriented, bloody, and funny story about a girl left behind by her pious family following the rapture. The speed at which the story is told is astonishing. The main character Beth Black, is established as a, get this, strange girl who is brash and independent. This quickly collides head on with her ultra-pious family which is shown to be all judgemental and disapproving of Beth and her “gang of roller-blading hooligan friends.” The Rapture has arrived.

Skip ten years: Beth has a job as Belial’s bar wench, she has a little blue dwarf demon for a pal, and she can perform magic through demonic incantations.

Through the action, witty banter, and countless SHRA-KOOMS, FA-BOOMS and SHOOOOOMS, Beth’s story is played out: escape Belial’s fiery grasp, get halfway around the world to the heavenly portal at the Vatican to see if Beth is worthy to get into Heaven after 10 years of demonic servitude. This of course will be no easy task, as the world as once known is long gone. Earth is now ruled by the legions of Hell, and neither God nor Satan are anywhere to be found.

While Strange Girl delivers some decent comedic moments, and enough action to keep the pages turning, there is another more obvious overtone: Religion. The writing is obviously very personal to Remender, as it seems that sometimes Beth will rant, questioning religious belief, life’s purpose, and God’s intentions. The nice little twist to this type of dialogue in Strange Girl is that all this dialogue is made with the ultimate knowledge that God does exist in that universe. It is one thing to discuss the value of faith versus non-belief, but it is interesting to see a character ponder the subject with the knowledge that the man upstairs is indeed upstairs.

Remender has a way of trading off palpable material for action in a way truly pleasing to the audience. Eric Nguyen’s kinetic and funky style compliment the tone and pacing of this story. Every panel almost looks to be in total motion, and each issue seems to speed up as the pages turn.

Strange Girl is its following. Although what the book has to say is not presented in any sort of subtle or graceful way, it speaks loudly. Strange Girl expresses itself with enough humour, explosions, and car chases to be heard. If you haven’t figured this out yet, the message is simple: dive into Strange Girl.

– Dillon Taylor

Dillon Taylor is a born-again atheist with very few qualifications to do much of anything. He graduated from the University of Western Ontario with a degree in Kinesiology, and currently lives in Korea where he splits his time between: eating, drinking, eating, sleeping, drinking, and shallow attempts to expand his mind. Oh, he teaches English too.

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February 25, 2009 at 4:20 AM

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Danger: Diabolik

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Danger: Diabolik

The term anti-hero gets tossed around quite a bit without much attention paid. The definition has become so muddled over time that there is no clear cut example, except for someone whose goals and methods do not make them a hero, but the story in which they are the protagonist makes them out to be one, anyway. Of course there are many interpretations, but every time I try to think of a character who personifies the anti-hero, one name always comes up: Diabolik.

Diabolik (John Phillip Law) is a rich playboy with a batcave-esque hideout full of black and white Jaguars, who steals things for seemingly no reason at all. Clearly he is exceedingly wealthy, (as evidenced by the fact that he has a giant rotating bed covered in money), has a hot woman by his side (Marisa Mell), and really could not have a care in the world. So, to kill the boredom, he takes it upon himself to make every other rich person’s life miserable by stealing vast sums of money from the police, the mob, and anyone else who may have “vast sums” of anything that Diabolik might want.

He steals from the rich to give to himself. That’s my kind of anti-hero.

Based on the Italian comic character of the 1960s, Danger: Diabolik was revered in its time as one of the most faithful comic adaptations ever made. Not too hard to see why, though. Comics and films in post-WW2 America were very pro-country, pro-patriotism with good role models, Truth, justice, the American way, and all that. In Italy, the good people having had their asses handed to them and wiping the taste of Mussolini’s fascism out of their mouths, the idea of an anti-hero, someone who would steal from the government just for the hell of it, seemed gleefully rebellious and all too welcome to the counter-cultural movement at the time.

It could be argued that Diabolik does indeed commit his crimes as some form of social satire (ie. blowing up the treasury and banks to eliminate the country’s personal debts). Since he feels the police and the government are too incompetent to stop him, he has the right to do what he does and get away with it. Perhaps there really is a method and some morals behind his actions. Or, maybe he just likes to blow things up. It could go either way, really.

It is difficult to justify a character like Diabolik. He steals things because stealing things its fun. He gets into danger because danger is more exciting than doing things the safe way. He steals things that are seemingly impossible to steal just because everyone tells him they are impossible to steal. In any other movie, Diabolik would be the bad guy. He is still the bad guy in this movie, too. Only this time, he has the coolest car, the sweetest costume, and hottest girlfriend.

And in the end, no matter what their actions or intentions, the person who has those things is always somebody’s hero.

J.D. Renaud

J.D. Renaud has no formal education in film, but that is more than evident upon meeting and/or seeing him. A purveyor of all things eccentric, he prides himself on being a guinea pig test subject for any new form of media he is given. He currently lives in Winnipeg Manitoba with his go-go dancer roommate.

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February 23, 2009 at 12:00 PM

Posted in crime, superhero

The Way of the Gun

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The Way of the Gun

Great films, like true art, demand the audience’s engagement. Which makes The Way of the Gun unique, as it does something I have seen few films do: ignore the audience. That is not to say the film alienates its audience, but rather necessitates their undivided engagement to meet. McQuarrie (writer/director) allows the viewer to make the connections, and figure out who is who, and what is what. There is no exposition in the film. The characters know the score, and act accordingly. They don’t, however, pause, and recap events for the audience.

The set-up is simple: Parker (Ryan Phillippe) and Longbaugh (Benicio Del Toro) are two drifting criminals who kidnap a surrogate mother and demand a ransom from her wealthy employers. That’s the hook. The story is far more complex and you will need to pay close attention to appreciate it all.

The Way of the Gun is a subtle film made up of nuances. It begins without any kind of formal introduction and the audience is never told who is who, or what is what. What we learn of Parker and Longbaugh, the “protagonists,” is very little. There are no scenes where they reveal themselves to the audience. There is a silent understanding between them. They communicate with glances, and they don’t waste scenes telling the audience who they are. Though detached, the film plays itself out naturally, without talking down to some invisible viewer. Instead of engaging its audience, the film wants you to engage it.

The Way of the Gun also does a terrific job at avoiding genre conventions. For instance, there is a car chase in the film which is the antithesis of car chases; instead of relying on speed to make a getaway, Parker and Longbaugh implement strategy. The chase, involving two cars, barely makes it over 10 (exhilarating) m/ph. And speaking of exhilarating, The Way of the Gun features, for my pesos, one of the best shootouts ever captured on film. It is simply breathtaking.

The Way of the Gun, released in 2000, remains a masterpiece of the crime genre; a moody, atmospheric, and richly satisfying piece. Give yourself to The Way of the Gun, and it will love and caress you on those lonely nights.

Alex Lyons

Alex Lyons studied English and History at the University of Guelph, where he acquired keen insights into late Victorian history, and its literature. This education, of course, serves no purpose here. Alex still lives in Guelph, and thinks of Jack the Ripper often.

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February 21, 2009 at 12:01 PM

Posted in crime