Even by comic book standards, this character isn’t going to stay dead for long. I remember back when DC foolishly let Grant Morrison, the most overrated writer in comics, as far as I’m concerned, kill off Bruce Wayne and replace him with former Robin Dick Grayson. The powers-that-be at DC promised that we wouldn’t be seeing Bruce again for a long time. Then sales figures must have spoken, because faster than a snap of the fingers Bruce was back and there was talk of killing off Dick! It’s absurd. Just as absurd as the recent killing off of the Incredible Hulk, Bruce Banner. The latter, though, may prove even more ridiculous, as his “death” will likely last for an even shorter duration.

It’s true that Marvel hasn’t been using Bruce too much here lately, instead focusing on their boy-genius-cum-“totally awesome” hulk (note the lowercase “h”) Amadeus Cho. (Oh, I forgot to mention the most important attribute of the new hulk; he’s a totally awesome KOREAN boy genius, yet another example of Marvel forced PC tokenism.) Box Office dollars are far more powerful than PC notions, though, and there’s a new THOR movie coming out next year, a film in which the Hulk (note the capital “H”) is playing a major role. We can expect Bruce to stay “dead” until opening night, at the latest. Pathetic gimmickry.

source: comicvine.gamespot.com

So Rob Liefeld has come out with a brutal, scathing indictment of SUICIDE SQUAD. Who gives a rat’s ass? Nobody SHOULD, but unfortunately Liefeld is milking his status as the co-creator of Deadpool for all that its worth and has thus managed to gain the ear of pop culture hipsters who don’t know anything else about him, don’t know how ungodly BAD the vast majority of this goober’s work is and has been, don’t remember Image in its early days; if they did, they’d know not to pay attention to anything this pipsqueak says about anything. Liefeld DREW Deadpool, originated the visual appearance of the character, but writer Louise Simonson created everything else having to do with him. The same way that Bob Kane tried to steal all the credit for creating Batman at the expense of Bill Finger, who did most of the heavy lifting, Liefeld has in the past sought to downplay Simonson’s role. True comics geeks know better—and we know not to give Liefeld the time of day.

Here’s an opinion that actually holds weight, that of writer John Ostrander, whose role in the Suicide Squad comic franchise is so prominent that he got a building in the film named after him. Ostrander nailed it with this statement: “I know some of the critics, both in print and online, do not like the movie. That’s okay; everyone has a right to their own opinion even when it’s wrong. My problem is that…the critic is also tired of superhero and “tentpole” films and, overtly or covertly, would like to see their end. Look, I get it— they have to see all the films out there and they must be tired of all the blockbusters…I think that’s [what is] going on here…Just as I came prepared to love the movie, they came prepared to hate it.” Damn straight, Johnnie! You tell ‘em!

With each biased, unprofessional, put-the-paycheck-before-any-shred-of-journalistic-integrity, clickbait-y, pretentious, and perfidious review a modern “professional” movie critic writes, he becomes less relevant. And this is a good thing. Simply put, we don’t need the critics anymore, not with the Internet. Moviegoers are perfectly capable of making up their own minds now, thank you very much, without some blowhard telling them how to think, and if a consensus of opinion on any particular film is needed or desired, one can connect with any number of peers with the click of a mouse to solicit said consensus. Critics are an endangered species; they are going extinct. They can’t die off fast enough to suit me.

SUICIDE SQUAD is a blast. Just as with BATMAN VERSUS SUPERMAN earlier this year, the piling-on of negative reviews is largely for show and equally as groundless. The acting here is fine and dandy: Leto brings his own take to the Joker, and while he isn’t onscreen nearly enough he is like a shot of nitrous surging through the narrative engine when he does make an appearance; Margot Robbie is terrific as Harley Quinn, managing to be adorable, pitiable, and scary all at the same time; Will Smith delivers a dead-on Deadshot; and Viola Davis is Oscar-worthy as Amanda Waller. (Frankly she’s Oscar-worthy in anything she does, but still.) I only had one complaint with the film; there is one big implausibility that the script never addresses: How the hell did Harley get hold of a cell phone?

Being a comics fan is like riding a roller coaster. First off, it gets kind of costly if you keep doing it (Admission to those amusement parks ain’t cheap!), there’s a lot of waiting involved, and the experience is all ups and downs. A recent example for me was when I first heard that Ghost Rider was going to be coming to the ABC network’s MARVEL’S AGENTS OF SHIELD. Finally, I thought, one of my favorite comic book characters is going to be treated with the respect he deserves! A fresh start, far removed from that pair of abominations headed by Nicholas Cage. (Talk about ups and downs. Here’s a guy who won an Oscar, and somehow he’s transformed into the worst actor in Hollywood. Did he stop caring? Is that what happened? Or did a talent vampire suck all the ability out of him? If the latter is the case, he seems to have also been attacked by a likeability vampire.)

Then the bottom dropped out on me. Turns out it won’t be the Johnny Blaze Ghost Rider at all, but the automobile-driving Robbie Reyes. Not the real Ghost Rider. While Reyes is just another obvious attempt for Marvel to force racial diversity into its publishing line by way of tokenism, I didn’t hate him as much as I did some others because he is a separate character rather than a straight replacement. (I DID hate his comic, though, as it had by far the worst, most caricaturist artwork I’ve ever seen in a mainstream publication.) Oh, well. I didn’t really wanna watch AOS anyway.

source: www.superherohype.com