Reviews: Detective #854, Sirens #1, Streets #1

I’m sorry for so many delays between posts here, but I promise I’m writing more than I’ve ever written in my life. I’m just writing it other places.

I’m busier than ever with Impact, and my co-writer Kevin Rice and I are working hard on our Hercules movie with Alexander Nevsky, and there might be some other things I can’t tell you about yet.

But I do have some new reviews as part of my monthly gig for Bill Ramey, the hardest-working Batman fan on the planet who runs the superb Batman on Film.

I’ll no longer be reviewing Batman Confidential for the site; future reviews will be done by the massively talented Paul Casey, who’s a better writer than I am anyway.

I’ll be moving over to the new titles Streets of Gotham and Gotham City Sirens while continuing to review Detective Comics, which introduced Batman in May of 1939.

Here’s the first round:

Review: Detective Comics #854

Review: Gotham City Sirens #1

Review: Streets of Gotham #1

As good as these issues are, the gimmick behind them is 47 kinds of ridiculous; even though the latest Batman movie made a billion dollars, the rocket scientists running DC have lost their marbles when it comes to his comics. Bruce Wayne has been transported to the distant past of another dimension or reality or whatever, where he’s sitting around in his Batman pants drawing bats on cave walls.

Yeah.

And until he “returns” in what’s sure to be a similarly ridiculously fashion that will require buying a stupid number of expensive crossover issues and stunt one-shots to get the whole story, original Robin Dick Grayson has taken over as Batman and the new Robin is Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s genetically engineered “son” with Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra’s Al Ghul.

Yeah.

It’s ridiculous, but this is the hand we’ve been dealt. The Detective Comics creative team of writer Paul Dini and artist Dustin Nguyen was shuffled off of Detective and placed on Streets of Gotham, which focuses less on the internal struggles of Dick’s Batman (which are being chronicled in the pages Batman and Robin and Batman) and more on the new Caped Crusader’s dealings with Jim Gordon, the Gotham City Police Department, and the various mobsters and villains always scheming to claim a bigger piece of the Gotham pie. And yet Dini and Nguyen are making gourmet omelets with the broken eggs they’ve been given. Check out the review for more details.

Sirens focuses on Gotham’s bad girls (kind of) trying to go good, and Detective will now showcase Batwoman. As my review will tell you, issue 854 is one of the most beautiful and exciting books I’ve ever read.

(As for previous Robin Tim Drake, you can track his adventures across the globe to prove Bruce Wayne is still alive in the pages of yet another new title, Red Robin.)

Thanks as always for reading. More to come soon!

I know I’ve told this story before …

… but I’ve been listening a lot lately to the Gin Blossoms album in question, and it always reminds me of the night I bought it, so here it is again for the 40-gazillionth time.

It’s August 2006. The Gin Blossoms and Nina Gordon have released new albums on the same day, which is excellent news for me. So just after midnight on release day, I drive to Wal-Mart to buy them so I can put them in my iPod and listen to them at work that morning.

So it’s almost 1 a.m. and I’m standing in line at the checkout lane, and the woman in front of me has gathered so many groceries that her cart is straining and sagging. She turns around and looks at me with my two CDs and says, “Please go in front of me. You only have two things, and I bought the entire store.”

“Thank you,” I say. “That’s very sweet.”

(And it really was — a rare bit of thoughtful humanity in the wild world of retail.)

The creepy old man in front of her says, “You can go in front of me, too. It’s going to be a long night.”

He smiles a leering, crazy smile and brandishes his own two items — a Jimmy Buffett concert DVD and a big box of Ex-Lax.

I promise I’ll try to get some new stories. I have a great one about something that happened at Long John Silver’s, but I can only tell you in person because it requires lots of funny voices. And then there’s the “Sheena Queen of the Jungle” flight attendant story from last summer, but that one requires an in-person telling, too.

Review: Rhett Miller by Rhett Miller

With and without his friends in the Old 97′s, the amazing Rhett Miller sweats mighty bullets of voice and guitar brilliance.

The Old 97′s have one of the healthiest band relationships I’ve ever heard of — they work on solo projects in between recording (and touring in support of) their own albums. This arrangement results in a lot of really great material at a relatively frequent rate of release — along with lots of fun concerts to go see.

(In fact, the guys are playing Headliners Music Hall in Louisville on Friday, July 24. I’ll be there, and so should you.)

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Last year’s Old 97′s album, Blame It on Gravity, came along right when I needed it. I’ve been lied to by girls before, and thrown away by girls before, but in the early months of 2008 I ended up on the receiving end of the most heinous and disgustingly vile scheme of gross manipulation and utter dishonesty I’ve ever seen.

(I should have known better, but sometimes we choose to believe, and believe in, people we shouldn’t.)

About two weeks after the jig bellied all the way up, I found myself staring at my ceiling one night, lost and in shock, wondering if I’d ever make sense of it all — and deciding on probably not.

To try to coax my heart-battered brain in a different direction, I powered up Sweet Lorelai (my iPod) and gave Blame It on Gravity its first spin.

It didn’t take long before I was smiling, laughing, and vigorously nodding my head to its snappy rhythms and jaunty, jangling widsom.

(Or its occasional — and hilarious — lack of wisdom. Songs like “I Will Remain” evoke Roger Miller meets the Beatles.)

It’s such a fun album.

Barely over a year later, here comes Rhett Miller with Rhett Miller … and holy cow, it’s good.

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Effortlessly good.

Too good.

The perfect solo sequel to one of my absolute favorite albums of 2008.

I’m a huge fan of Rhett’s previous albums — The Instigator and The Believer. As a whole, I think The Believer is probably better, but The Instigator is probably a little easier to listen to all the way through while you’re driving.

Rhett Miller pretty much hits the perfect balance between the two.

(His first solo record, 1989′s Mythologies, remains a sought-after rarity.)

And I love that the front and back cover photos look like they were taken by Deb from Napoleon Dynamite.

This is truly the kind of music that makes everything better.

So please hop on down to your favorite local record store, and let Rhett’s latest batch of songs bop you all the way home.

All the latest Impact goings-on

A long time ago in a galaxy that looked a lot like Anaheim, my good friend John Mosby took a chance and gave me the gig that turned into a writing career.

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Eleven years later I’m still cranking out articles for Impact, the Global Action Entertainment Magazine, which John edits and contributes a massive amount of writing to. But since John writes so much more than any one magazine can contain, he’s also self-publishing his own amazing Verbatim.

You can find out more about it — and order the latest (and previous) issues — right here. Each installment is filled with John’s gorgeous exclusive photos and equally exclusive interview material you’ll not find anywhere else. Verbatim is a real treat for anyone who loves science fiction, horror, and action films — and it makes a great gift for the movie lovers in your life.

Check it out.

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I wrote so many articles for the June issue of Impact that I barely remember what all of them were, but you can find my review of Wolverine and a Terminator Salvation preview article summarizing previous Terminator incarnations on film and in the pages of novels and comics.

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And if you’re a Vin Diesel fan, check out my Fast & Furious review and my Vin Diesel career retrospective in the May issue. Just click the links to order or subscribe.

Impact means a lot to me, not just because it allows me to see several articles published each month but mostly because John allows us to dig deep into what makes movies tick.

(And Neal’s layouts consistently make this the best looking magazine I’ve ever seen.)

I’ve been able to interview the likes of Adrian Paul, Dina Meyer, Kelly Hu, Alexander Nevsky, and David Duchovny in these pages, and next month I’ll have a five-page chat with Sandy Collora, whose new film, Hunter Prey, looks like something literally out of this world.

Thanks as always for your interest and support!

Treasure Raiders blazes onto DVD!

treasure-raiders-coverRemember in “Holding Out for a Hero,” when Bonnie Tyler belted out, “Where’s the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?”

As of Tuesday, June 2, he’s only as far away as wherever DVDs are rented and sold … and his name isn’t Vin Diesel or Paul Walker.

International action star (and author and producer and writer and bodybuilder) Alexander Nevsky’s latest movie, Treasure Raiders, has already been a big theatrical hit in his native Russia (where it was filmed). His previous movie, Moscow Heat, was shot so beautifully that the city of Moscow was practically its own character; Hong Kong legend Tony Leung choreographed the action performed by an international cast including Nevsky, Michael York (The Three Musketeers, Austin Powers), Adrian Paul (Highlander), Richard Tyson (Kindergarten Cop, There’s Something About Mary), Joanna Pacula (Tombstone), Andrew Divoff (Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull), and Robert Madrid (who co-wrote the script with Nevsky).

Every action scene in Moscow Heat was entirely different, from the massive SWAT assault on a gang of evil international arms dealers to the final sword-fight that brought the movie full circle both visually and thematically. Moscow Heat had a heart, and it conducted itself with rare measures of thoughtfulness and character that are missing from far too many of today’s action offerings.

Treasure Raiders offers more of the same — it combines the spirit of The Da Vinci Code and National Treasure with the speed of The Fast and the Furious, with dazzling action and inventive automotive mayhem on the mean streets of Moscow.

We begin with a flashback hinting at the mysterious history of a treasure hidden somewhere in Moscow, immediately giving the movie a unique dose of Indiana Jones-sized urgency.

Flash forward several centuries to modern-day Moscow, where visiting American professor Michael Nazarro (The Scorpion King‘s Steven Brand) finds himself in an unexpected after-class meeting with an enigmatic gentleman named Pierre (played by David Carradine of Kill Bill and Kung Fu), who might know more about missing treasures than Michael himself.

And is it more than just a coincidence when Michael walks right into a seemingly accidental collision with a gorgeous Russian firecracker called Masha (Olga Rodionova)?

Moscow is full of secrets … but Michael has secrets of his own.

How does this globetrotting treasure hunter fund his expensive expeditions? With four wheels, a full tank of gas, and skill, skill, skill.

Michael’s needs for thrills and speed bring him up against Wolf (Nevsky), the king of Moscow’s underground racing scene who just happens to be a six-seven mountain of muscle. After their first race doesn’t turn out the way Michael expects, he begins to suspect that Wolf, too, isn’t everything he appears to be.

How does Moscow’s past intersect with Wolf’s, and how can Wolf help Michael save the key to an even greater mystery?

Buy the movie and find out.

But here are some things I can tell you for free:

Brand balances the wisdom and warmth you’d expect from a professor with just the right amount of boyish glee that makes him believable behind the wheel.

Gorgeous Twin Peaks star Sherilyn Fenn once played Liz Taylor on screen and provides that same kind of old-school Hollywood glamour as Wolf’s love interest, Lena.

William Shockley (Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman) is visually memorable and utterly nasty as a wicked drug dealer who wants his own slice of the pie, while Moscow Heat‘s Madrid and Divoff appear in smaller roles that make use of their big talents.

While Nevsky’s character in Moscow Heat had to quickly adapt to the international incident about to explode right under his nose, Wolf allows the charming star to come across as even more of a natural, capably shouldering action and intrigue with more confidence than ever before. His charisma is reminiscent of a young Arnold Schwarzenegger, and his combination of size and soul makes him a rising action star to watch out for.

And of course there’s David Carradine, whose tragic death this week came as a terrible shock to movie fans around the world. Carradine does some of his best work since Kill Bill in Treasure Raiders. As sad as the situation is, at least his work will live on forever in amazing performances like this.

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Fists fly and bullets sizzle, but the biggest draw here is a collection of car stunts that puts big Hollywood budgets to shame.

(Let’s just say that one of these cars is packing more than just an engine under its hood, and the results of those surprises are nothing less than absolutely spectacular.)

Characters and archaeology get plenty of attention and time, too, resulting in some breathtakingly beautiful tours through some of Moscow’s most ancient and inspiring architecture.

(Also keep your eyes open for a cameo by Alexander’s gorgeous wife, Katya, as a bartender who slings more than vodka.)

My writing partner Kevin and I are writing the screenplay for Hercules: The Beginning with Alexander, and we are excited and honored beyond words to be working with someone who values action and story equally. So please give Treasure Raiders a spin … and be sure to buckle up first.

UPDATE:

Check out Alexander’s Treasure Raiders webcast right here!

Interview: Christina Weir & Nunzio DeFilippis

I recently had the honor of interviewing lawfully wedded writing duo Christina Weir and Nunzio DeFilippis, who share a lovely website about their life and work right here.

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They co-wrote the recent and massively fun “A New Dawn” storyline in Batman Confidential, which took the basic premise of the King Tut character from the classic Adam West series and updated him into an interesting and dangerous adversary for our favorite Caped Crusader.

My reviews of the individual issues are here, here, and here on Batman on Film, the world’s best source for Batman news thanks to the dedication and integrity of its creator and editor, Bill “Jett” Ramey, who also happens to be the hardest working Batman fan on the planet.

And given that DC Comics has lost its mind when it comes to Batman comics these days, it was refreshing to read such a fun and exciting story about Batman being Batman. So I contacted Christina and Nunzio, who sweetly agreed to do an interview despite being buried under deadlines, deadlines, deadlines (and trying to find time to celebrate Nunzio’s birthday).

You can read the interview right here.

I’m really proud of how this turned out, but in all honesty I didn’t really have to do anything. Thanks to the thoughtful, generous answers I got from Christina and Nunzio, the interview wrote itself.

So please check out the interview, and please check out what Christina and Nunzio are up to. It’s rare to find writers who truly love characters as much as these two do, and it comes through in every word they write.

And again, my deepest appreciation goes to Christian and Nunzio for taking the time to do this!