Coming this October from IDW and Chiaroscuro's Troy Little, Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (The Graphic Novel) should make the perfect gift for people who like visuals with their drug-addled dialogue, but have become so allergic to Johnny Depp that they cannot watch the Terry Gilliam movie (I recently learned there are quite a few folks who fit this category).
There are very few sure things to do with Las Vegas, but this seems like a sound bet to me.
I wasn't aware that whales ever wagged their tails to display happiness, but this likeness of The Voyage Home's George and Gracie (plus li'l Spock) bounce their hindquarters in a display meant to ensure yours. And that just sounded creepily erotic, so let's go down a different avenue. There be whales here! And maybe, just maybe, if a giant metal oblong shows up and starts messing with the weather, they'll send it a signal you can't understand and inexplicably save your life. Or not. Best if that theory never gets put to the test.
Just 1,998 pieces will be made, with the first sales at Entertainment Earth's Comic-Con booth. Any left over will be sold to folks who preorder now.
It's nice that some movie toy-lines don't forget the female figures, am I right? Though this particular female somehow seems like one of the least-appropriate toys to be based on any movie. But if your Han Solo needs someone to have his abortion, or G.I. Joe's Duke needs to meet a woman who hasn't been fucked that hard since grade school, well, the ReAction Marla Singer figure is your li'l plastic lady. Plus any time you insert her into some scenario where she doesn't belong, you can pretend that you're Tim Burton.
Marla joins the Narrator and two different Tyler Durdens in the line - sorry, kids, no Meat Loaf with bitch-tits hugging action feature. You should collect them all, because buying tie-in merchandise in no way contradicts the entire theme of that movie you claim to love.
How about that Women in Comics panel at Denver Comic Con last weekend? The one with no women on it? That makes a ton of sense, to be honest. Why would anyone want to talk WITH girls when you can talk AT them instead? I mean, the safest way to make sure that I'm interested in a subject is usually hectoring lectures about my proper place within that fandom. That's how I got into Transformers - two dudes standing in the toy aisle of an old KB, telling me that my Ultra Magnus was just a repaint and that I wasn't a real fan because "Rodimus Prime is for kids, kid," waiting for me to lose interest. You the real MVP, Denver Comic Con.
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This week in comics: women! And men. And giant floating heads. And evil snake gods. And sarcasm that translates well. But first, romance!
Throughout my youth, I played video games rather voraciously. I was, as a friend dubbed me, a Nintend-whore. If it was released by Nintendo between the years of 1985 and 1995, I either begged my parents for it, worked my butt off mowing lawns to afford it, or merely coveted it with every shred of my soul. To this day, there are over a dozen NES games I can defeat through sense memory alone. Despite that, however, I cannot describe myself as a "gamer." This is because, sometime around 1997 (about the time side-scrolling video games gave way to the more elaborate 3-D type), I checked out of video games altogether. To this day, I have been baffled and overwhelmed by newer video games, finding them far too elaborate, too involved, and too expensive to get into. I don't have 100 hours to devote to a Halo game. My patience wears thin if a game is more complicated than, say, Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.
I KNEW it. I couldn't get them to confirm it earlier - like when we ran that big Rambo cartoon article - but given their Kenner tributes, I had a feeling NECA would do some sort of throwback to Coleco's Rambo toys of the '80s.
Toyark has the exclusive images, which reveal a new headsculpt that displays the trademark Stallone Sneer, made by anyone who has ever tried to do a Rambo impersonation. Sadly, no pull-string RPG is included.
Hate to sound cynical (no I don't) given that Sin City 2 finally came out years after everyone stopped caring (I care), but wasn't Robert Rodriguez supposed to be busy doing Fire and Ice as a mega-franchise at Sony? And before that, a new Heavy Metal movie? And before that, a new Red Sonja movie?
My point is that if you are in any way concerned that he might be the wrong guy to make a live-action Jonny Quest movie - a project that has just been announced - there's little reason to worry. He likes to announce a lot of things. Danny Trejo would be amusing as Race Bannon, though.
Everyone seems to love DC Bombshells - the pin-up art-style renditions of DC's female superheroes that began life as a series of statues and have migrated to all kinds of spin-off merchandise, including - almost as an afterthought - tie-in comics.
Everyone (by which I mean Rob Bricken and I, because nobody else's opinion counts) thinks Tonner dolls are creepy, and about as unsexy as the Bombshells artwork is appealing. Action figures would seem like a no-brainer for the line, while having them be Tonner seems like a literally brainless decision.
Supergirl, Wonder Woman and Harley Quinn make up the first series, and their price is in the same ballpark as the statues themselves. But at least now you can presumably put Harley's flying goggles on her eyes if you want.