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Hastrman
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Rule of thumb: when the original author asks to have his name taken out of the credits, steer clear.
He said, essentially, that the movie version was his creation being used by people who don’t like that their country is run by neocons, but don’t have the brains to come up with their own story about it or the guts to set it in their own country. And he’s a Brit indy-comic writer, don’t let’s forget. He probably curses Bush in his sleep. To get him mad, they’d have pretty much had to ream the artistic integrity out of the thing.
Rule of the other thumb: the Wachowski brothers are colossally overrated, untalented blowhards.
The Matrix comics (graphic novel is a term for posers, deal with it) are god-awful, warmed-over William Gibson with some faux Gnosticism thrown in…via Mage: the Ascension, that is. And the movies…give me *Serial Experiments Lain *any day of the week. All its sins on its head, that doesn’t display such open contempt for its audience. Even Ghost in the Shell, which is colossally talky and borderline unwatchable, doesn’t have such pretenses. The fighting in the Matrix is so awful I want to cry, the backstory was old when Karl Macek wrote “R.U.R.,” and the philosophy is unfit for chihuahuas. The acting…well, Laurence Fishburne and Hugo Weaving don’t suck in it, to say something nice.
So, yes, I shan’t be giving *V for Vendetta *any of my time, to come to the point, and if I ever meet these brothers Wachowski, I think I may hit them.
He said, essentially, that the movie version was his creation being used by people who don’t like that their country is run by neocons, but don’t have the brains to come up with their own story about it or the guts to set it in their own country. And he’s a Brit indy-comic writer, don’t let’s forget. He probably curses Bush in his sleep. To get him mad, they’d have pretty much had to ream the artistic integrity out of the thing.
Rule of the other thumb: the Wachowski brothers are colossally overrated, untalented blowhards.
The Matrix comics (graphic novel is a term for posers, deal with it) are god-awful, warmed-over William Gibson with some faux Gnosticism thrown in…via Mage: the Ascension, that is. And the movies…give me *Serial Experiments Lain *any day of the week. All its sins on its head, that doesn’t display such open contempt for its audience. Even Ghost in the Shell, which is colossally talky and borderline unwatchable, doesn’t have such pretenses. The fighting in the Matrix is so awful I want to cry, the backstory was old when Karl Macek wrote “R.U.R.,” and the philosophy is unfit for chihuahuas. The acting…well, Laurence Fishburne and Hugo Weaving don’t suck in it, to say something nice.
So, yes, I shan’t be giving *V for Vendetta *any of my time, to come to the point, and if I ever meet these brothers Wachowski, I think I may hit them.
It’ll too Catholic for them to handle.
Then all havoc breaks loose. 