



Seattle’s The Stranger has one of the best movie reviews I’ve read in my life, ostensibly written by Diane Keaton. I have no idea if this is her work or not, but I can totally see her saying this (she’s a wild woman!):
What’s up, bitches? Diane Keaton here. I just got back from seeing The Women and, um, I couldn’t help but notice something: I AM NOT IN THIS MOVIE. Where the fuck am I? I am the queen bee of this shit. The hive mother. Annette Bening wishes she could smile through her tears like Diane Keaton! You know the Meg Ryan character? The one who spent her whole life trying to be everything to everybody but somehow somebody is always disappointed? That’s like if my entire oeuvre mated with itself and gave birth to a mega-me. I’m sure you remember when Meg Ryan says, “Wouldn’t it be great if when you were born, they gave you a rule book?” I am, like, ALWAYS saying that! I should have mailed that shit to myself. Then there’s the Jada Pinkett Smith lesbian (”If we’re lost, we both ask for directions”). I could SO play that character. I invented lesbians. Look it up. And the little girl who makes a tiny bonfire of tampons because she’s just not ready to become a woman? Did you even THINK of casting Diane Keaton in that role? No? Big. Fucking. Mistake. I can play young. Hey, Hollywood. Write this down. Next time you make a two-hour vaginal suppository that hasn’t met a feminine cliché it didn’t dip in chocolate and shove down America’s gullet (smoking, shopping, cheating, faked orgasms, diets, supermodels, bubble baths, hunger, water breaking, Botox), maybe you should do your job and fucking call Diane Keaton. Bitches.
–via JoeMyGod

Superman/Batman #51: The Li’l Leaguers made my weekend. I haven’t picked up Superman/Batman since Killer Cousin Kara arrived in the book a few years ago (yes, I even missed the now-classic “Superman Gets High“), but after seeing it reviewed at Comic by Comic, I had to head back to my local comic shop and get a copy. Man, it’s all about the juxtaposition! I don’t who this guy Albuquerque is, but his ability to draw the adorable-but-outright-cartoony Junior League next to their muscly-but-human-looking adult counterparts and not cause a huh? in my brain impressed the dickens out of me. Even more than that though, Green and Johnson’s characterizations of Mini-Superman is dead on for his sunny (relatively speaking) disposition (everything is “AWESOME!!” and “COOL!!”), but their genius is in their Mini-Batman who is just Batman in a smaller body (”I’m the goshdarn Batman!”). Though the story drifts in the DCU unfettered by any ties to Trinity or Final Crisis or RIP etc. etc. etc., it’s infinitely more delightful than anything I’ve read in a while. A++










First, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Right. Better now. On to the comics!



Of course, the word on every comic geek’s lips this weekend is “Watchmen”, since the full-length trailer debuted in front of The Dark Knight. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve never read the graphic novel, and will probably be fined for saying so. I’ll have to pick up a copy and finish is before the poseurs do. I hate being in the middle of a phenomena.
Mattel crossed a line for some people by releasing the Black Canary Barbie, a tartier version of an already loose doll. The odd thing is, I really can’t find any original complaints online, just an article in The Sun that says people are upset.












Hey all! This past week I was in Columbus, OH looking at houses and looking for a job, so while I got my comics (at The Laughing Ogre), I haven’t had time to write reviews for them. This week both Giant Sized Astonishing X-Men #1 and Final Crisis #1 will be out, so I’ll hold off reviewing anything ’til I get my hands on them.
Enjoy the holiday today!