What’s Wrong With This Picture – Splitting Hairs On The Man Of Steel Movie

First we had hipster Superman. Now we have…hippy?

Left: Russell Crowe as Jor-El. Right: Henry Cavill as Homeless Moe

Both Topless Robot and Newsarama are carrying first looks at the new Man of Steel movie, to be directed by Zack Snyder. Gotta say, Kal-El and his dad are looking a little…scruffy. I supposed Jor-El has an excuse. Who has time to shave when your planet is falling down all around you? But, Superman? This movie supposedly has a budget of around $175 million. You prop people can’t spring for some glasses for the man when he’s disguised as Clark Kent? Really? Or some hair dye for Amy Adams (Lois Lane):

LOL, what?

I think casting got confused when they heard the word “Lois”:

We're now going to throw this to our Asian reporter, Trisha Takanawa, who we've decided to cast as a Sioux midget.

Right There On The Shelf: The Walking Dead #89 Review

EDITOR’S NOTE: This review may contain spoilers. Such as the fact that zombies have taken over the world. Tread lightly.

There’s been a lot of handwringing in the comics / zombie community (Which is a small community, but they throw great parties… except at the end your dick rots off. And not because of the zombie thing. But I digress.) about how AMC fired The Walking Dead showrunner Frank Darabont – about a week after he hyped season two at SDCC, no less – and how that and threatened budget cuts meant that the The Walking Dead was doomed.

And as someone who watched that show from the first episode and who bought season one on Blu-Ray the day it came out, allow me to go on record to say: who gives a shit?

Sure, the show is fun, and anything that puts comic stories in front of Joe Blow can only be good for the industry (Ghost Rider movies excepted), but the show was only ever second fiddle to Robert Kirkman’s original comic book. And if you’ve ever seen the show and you haven’t checked out the comic book? Well, that’s stupid. And you’re stupid for not doing it.

A Faceful Of Marvel

On yesterday’s New Comics day, retailers like my local comic store owner, who knows me by name and asks me if I hate the Scott Lobdell’s depiction of Starfire so much, why am I using it to hide the front of my pants, received a postcard from Marvel. And unlike every other postcard received since the dawn of email, which describes how much your mom loves Paris but is having trouble making BM after all that brie, this one was a little more mysterious: