<-- The Black Cat isn't smiling. She probably knows she's never going to make it into a Spider-Man movie. I know in my heart of hearts that she's just a Catwoman ripoff but I love her anyway. As I am not strictly an entertainment "journalist" so much as a chatterbox cinematic diarist (?) I shan't berate myself about not have much news to share about the first day at the annual NY Comic Con. There's something about the intensity and insularity of conventions -- no matter what their subject -- that puts me in a sort of aimless drone state. I wander without purpose, completely aware of my otherness. I love comic books as an art form but I don't read them regularly enough to understand what the hell is going on. What knowledge I do have is continually undone by the annoying frequent rewriting / undermining of the original mythologies.
I didn't even understand the titles of some of the Comic Con panels and I assure you I can read English. That said, obsessive fannishness brings me joy. I don't even need to share the obsession. Have you ever seen a website devoted to an actor or movie that is totally half-assed and hasn't been updated in two years? It's depressing. You know that the fancy was fleeting and that just ain't right. If you're going to love someone / something, love it with everything you've got. Geek out on it! Live for it.
If you love The Dark Knight which is better:
- bitching about how Oscar ignored it for Best Picture? OR
- dressing up as Batman's rogue gallery for a night out with friends?
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???, The Riddle, Scarecrow, The Penguin, The Joker and Poison IvyThe correct answer is b. Anyone can bitch. Playing dress up is geekier and it shows creativity and commitment.
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