After titling my last post it occurred to me that maybe I really should have written it on my cell phone.
It certainly would have been a lot shorter if I had.
On the topic of short posts, though, in my desire to make a “clever” entry about 300 by limiting myself to three hundred words, I was forced to edit out one of my favorite bits from my original entry, so I’m including it here:
So I went to see 300 today, just like I said I would.
The prophecy has been fulfilled!
Sadly, though, sad “prophecy” did not involve a hot naked girl gyrating rhythmically while stoned out of her mid the way the visit to the oracle did in the movie, but then, very little in my life involves hot naked girls gyrating rhythmically while stoned out of their minds, so what else is new?
Also edited out of the final version was a reference to Frank Miller’s collaborator on 300, colorist Lynn Varley, who also worked on the backgrounds of the movie, and who was, last I knew, also Miller’s wife, though her Wikipedia entry says that she is his “former” wife.
I also left out a lot of my thoughts on the movie, but whatever.
On last night’s Colbert Report, Stephen, who in response to the news of Captain America’s death, had harsh words about Cap and his failure to back the government in the recent Civil War storyline, read a letter he’d received from Marvel Editor-in-Chief (and former Report guest) Joe Quesada, in which it was revealed that Cap had bequeathed his indestructible shield to Colbert.
Stepping away from the illusion, from what I read online the shield given to Stephen had apparently once hung in the office of the late Mark Gruenwald.
Colbert’s been getting a lot of love from Marvel lately; in one issue of Civil War, a bus bearing an ad for the Report featuring a photo of Stephen is clearly visible during a climactic battle scene, and Stephen himself appears in an issue of the Peter David-scripted Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.
Speaking of Spidey, the only worthwhile trailer at 300 was the new one for Spider-Man 3. Looks like we definitely get to see some Venom action. Definitely looking forward to that one, and I was glad to see the trailer.
One thing I wasn’t glad to see (apart from all of the guys walking around in leather Speedos in the movie – though considering that they weren’t even wearing that much in the comics, I was grateful they had them on) was an ad that aired before previews started for Dove (the soap, not the ice cream).
It featured images of various women in the nude (with strategic arm and leg placement) while the text proclaimed that each one was “too old to appear in an anti-aging commercial.”
Now normally I’m all for nude women on the big screen (and there were more than a few in the movie proper, including Lena Headey), but the fact of the matter was that the women pictured in the commercial were too old to appear in an anti-aging commercial. Way too old.
The text went on to explain that it actually wasn’t an anti-aging commercial, it was a pro-aging commercial. Then it said something like, “Beauty doesn’t have an age limit.”
I had to conclude that the people writing the text weren’t watching the same commercial I was because there very clearly is an age limit.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m not prize pig myself, and glass houses, and whatever, but the fact is that you don’t see me naked on the big screen with text proclaiming me beautiful, and that this is a good thing is something that we can all agree on.
Anyway, the good nudity in the movie largely made up for the bad that came before it, but even so, at the very least they could have slapped some leather Speedos on the biddies.
I understand that the point of the ad (and the entire campaign) is to change attitudes and opinions about beauty and aging, but guess what? It’s not going to happen.
Especially when you make people look at 20 foot high images of leathery, liver-spotted naked skin.
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