Uh-oh. Frank Miller's made Samuel L. Jackson look bad.
And I don't mean "bad" in a good way*:
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2008/07/the_spirit_loves_the_ladies_starying_from_his_root.php
Sky Captain was smoother than this, and if The Spirit turns out to just be a shite sum of its clever marketing parts thus far, and a tacky smudge on the gravestone of Will Eisner...
There'll be trouble.
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Edit: In other news (and regarding this: http://community.livejournal.com/anti_gravitas/89057.html), I've been working my way through Eisenberg's "one man went a-debunking" extravaganza in the current issue of Minerva today, and can already see the spin-off, 1-hour Channel 5 television programme in my mind's eye.
Ghastly. (If well-dramatised...)
The conference isn't until November, so there's still plenty of time for every half-baked loon to crawl out of the woodwork, telling anyone who'll listen that the Phaistos Disc is really, like, a Stargate, and Eisenberg's, like, talking out of his bottom, man.
Roll on November.
I'll bring a cake...
*Examples are useful, aren't they? I suppose I was thinking of Jumper, there. That mess of a movie which isn't about a piece of knitwear, but from which Jackson still emerged head first, and generally unentangled.
http://www.toplessrobot.com/2008/07/the_spirit_loves_the_ladies_starying_from_his_root.php
Sky Captain was smoother than this, and if The Spirit turns out to just be a shite sum of its clever marketing parts thus far, and a tacky smudge on the gravestone of Will Eisner...
There'll be trouble.
_________________________________
Edit: In other news (and regarding this: http://community.livejournal.com/anti_gravitas/89057.html), I've been working my way through Eisenberg's "one man went a-debunking" extravaganza in the current issue of Minerva today, and can already see the spin-off, 1-hour Channel 5 television programme in my mind's eye.
Ghastly. (If well-dramatised...)
The conference isn't until November, so there's still plenty of time for every half-baked loon to crawl out of the woodwork, telling anyone who'll listen that the Phaistos Disc is really, like, a Stargate, and Eisenberg's, like, talking out of his bottom, man.
Roll on November.
I'll bring a cake...
*Examples are useful, aren't they? I suppose I was thinking of Jumper, there. That mess of a movie which isn't about a piece of knitwear, but from which Jackson still emerged head first, and generally unentangled.