Doctor Octopus, I presume?
For some reason I feel really bad for Doctor Otto Octavius, a.k.a. Doctor Octopus (a.k.a. Doc Ock). This isn't to say I'm heavy into reading the Spiderman comics or anything, because I've just never found myself able to get into Spidey's antics. I mean, the movies were decent enough, Toby MacGuire did a pretty grand job as Peter Parker/Spiderman, and I really enjoyed the second film more than I thought I would (which also leads me to my point).
Anywho, so, back to my Doc Ock rant. You've got this brilliant physicist who, in the Spiderman 2 filmverse, is attempting to create a nuclear fusion experiment which basically ends up backfiring on him when he suddenly decides to push forward rather than shut the thing down, becoming unstable, and the resulting radiation leak and explosion somehow fuses the set of four robotic arms designed to assist him in his studies into his spine. During the accident his wife is killed from some falling debris (oh, dang) and his life is henceforth turned upside down. At the hospital he's dragged to, unconscious, I might add, they attempt to remove the tentacles with disasterous results, and Otto Octavius comes to only to find his new arms have slaughtered the entire medical staff. Double dang. So, with his experiment incomplete and these (oddly sentient) robotic arms influencing his thoughts, he decides he has to do whatever it takes to finish said experiment/get vengeance on Spiderman/blahblah etc.
Maybe it's the way Alfred Molina portrays this antisocial, egotistical mad scientist that got to me. Maybe Doctor Octopus isn't really a monster at all but a human capable of emotion just like the rest of us. Maybe it's those damn tentacles...
at any rate, I am somewhat mildly infatuated with the character as of right now.
And I cannot help but feel sorry for him.
It's not unlike loving a bulldog. It's kinda ugly, it snorts and drools everywhere, and yet...it's a dog. So it's got a shining little heart of gold somewhere behind all those wrinkles and skin infections, and you can't help but adore it.
Yeah, I feel toward Doctor Octopus how some people must feel toward bulldogs. They're ugly as sin, but you start to like them even for all their unlikable traits.
What the hell, though? I've always thought bulldogs are adorable.
Maybe I'm biased.
The one thing that's got me put off good ol' Doc Ock is the comic book character's appearance. Call me shallow but, Jesus H. Christ, the character's been around since the sixties. You'd think by this point they'd, you know, give him a look that's more with the times. Instead we have this:
Green spandex jumper with orange boots and gloves. And who could possibly miss the bowl cut that looks like it belongs on a six-year-old? Even Marvel Superhero Island at Universal Studios Islands of Adventure has taken the (bleh) classic look of the supervillain and put him up in twelve-foot-tall cutout form for everyone to be unimpressed with:
See? That dude's totally not impressed. Even though he's clearly going to be getting the left hook from Doc Ock's big yellow-gloved fist. Yeah.
Lucky for us, Otto HAS had a bit of an upgrade with the times. Clearly he's gotten around to losing the orange (or sometimes yellow depending on how he's inked) gloves and boots and going for a less obtrusive color of green for his trenchcoat. :
Still, it's really all about Alfred Molina's Doctor Octopus. Ohhhh man.
The man. The mystery. The tentacles.
Seeee? Tentacle rape.
Finally, because I am such a big fat nerd, here's a chibi Otto Octavius. And yes, there is indeed some implied tentacle rape going on in the last doodle.
Anyway, I'm done with my Starbucks-fueled eleven PM rant, and I'm high-strung and kind of restless, so I am going to go read the Arkham Asylum TPB I just picked up. Annnnd the next issue of Welcome to Hoxford is out, but my local supplier just sold out of them yesterday. Fugg.
Maybe I'll go draw something.
Anywho, so, back to my Doc Ock rant. You've got this brilliant physicist who, in the Spiderman 2 filmverse, is attempting to create a nuclear fusion experiment which basically ends up backfiring on him when he suddenly decides to push forward rather than shut the thing down, becoming unstable, and the resulting radiation leak and explosion somehow fuses the set of four robotic arms designed to assist him in his studies into his spine. During the accident his wife is killed from some falling debris (oh, dang) and his life is henceforth turned upside down. At the hospital he's dragged to, unconscious, I might add, they attempt to remove the tentacles with disasterous results, and Otto Octavius comes to only to find his new arms have slaughtered the entire medical staff. Double dang. So, with his experiment incomplete and these (oddly sentient) robotic arms influencing his thoughts, he decides he has to do whatever it takes to finish said experiment/get vengeance on Spiderman/blahblah etc.
Maybe it's the way Alfred Molina portrays this antisocial, egotistical mad scientist that got to me. Maybe Doctor Octopus isn't really a monster at all but a human capable of emotion just like the rest of us. Maybe it's those damn tentacles...
at any rate, I am somewhat mildly infatuated with the character as of right now.
And I cannot help but feel sorry for him.
It's not unlike loving a bulldog. It's kinda ugly, it snorts and drools everywhere, and yet...it's a dog. So it's got a shining little heart of gold somewhere behind all those wrinkles and skin infections, and you can't help but adore it.
Yeah, I feel toward Doctor Octopus how some people must feel toward bulldogs. They're ugly as sin, but you start to like them even for all their unlikable traits.
What the hell, though? I've always thought bulldogs are adorable.
Maybe I'm biased.
The one thing that's got me put off good ol' Doc Ock is the comic book character's appearance. Call me shallow but, Jesus H. Christ, the character's been around since the sixties. You'd think by this point they'd, you know, give him a look that's more with the times. Instead we have this:
Green spandex jumper with orange boots and gloves. And who could possibly miss the bowl cut that looks like it belongs on a six-year-old? Even Marvel Superhero Island at Universal Studios Islands of Adventure has taken the (bleh) classic look of the supervillain and put him up in twelve-foot-tall cutout form for everyone to be unimpressed with:
See? That dude's totally not impressed. Even though he's clearly going to be getting the left hook from Doc Ock's big yellow-gloved fist. Yeah.
Lucky for us, Otto HAS had a bit of an upgrade with the times. Clearly he's gotten around to losing the orange (or sometimes yellow depending on how he's inked) gloves and boots and going for a less obtrusive color of green for his trenchcoat. :
Still, it's really all about Alfred Molina's Doctor Octopus. Ohhhh man.
The man. The mystery. The tentacles.
Seeee? Tentacle rape.
Finally, because I am such a big fat nerd, here's a chibi Otto Octavius. And yes, there is indeed some implied tentacle rape going on in the last doodle.
Anyway, I'm done with my Starbucks-fueled eleven PM rant, and I'm high-strung and kind of restless, so I am going to go read the Arkham Asylum TPB I just picked up. Annnnd the next issue of Welcome to Hoxford is out, but my local supplier just sold out of them yesterday. Fugg.
Maybe I'll go draw something.