– The Hurt Locker is really, really good; tense action sequences combined with an outstanding performance by Jeremy Renner make for a goddamn fantastic movie. (Of course, the movie’s best sequence is the sniper battle – not in small part because that is when Ralph Fiennes and Guy Pearce and David Morse show up as British commandoes in a “hey, we’re actual movie stars” moment.) Kathryn Bigelow deserves more work than she gets.
– I enjoyed Race to Witch Mountain more than I probably should have. At some point somebody is going to make a movie worthy of the Rock’s talents; he’s simply so effortless in light action comedy flicks in a way that most actors simply aren’t. (Possibly because he is very big.) Race isn’t that movie, but it’s good enough for popcorn and a rental.
– The Blackest Night issue of Green Lantern was more what I wanted out of Blackest Night: IE, superheroes beating the shit out of super-zombies and vice-versa.
– With each week I grow less enthused about Wednesday Comics. The Superman strip is just a goddamn embarrassment; in three weeks there has been approximately 700 percent more “Superman whining about his life” than “Superman punching things.” Bear in mind that this is the strip running in USA Today – somebody at DC seriously thought that Superman whining was the best possible thing to expose DC Comics to a wide audience. The Batman strip is only marginally better than the Superman one is; I don’t think it’s too much for Batman to do something in three weeks of a Batman strip. The Metamorpho strip, more and more, seems like Neil Gaiman slumming for kicks (in a bad way). There are still good points (Paul Pope’s Adam Strange, Kyle Baker’s Hawkman), but they’re increasingly few.