New Mutants for Old

Did this New X-Men drawing for Al (Toshi Nintendork). I’m swapping my original artwork for his copy of the FCBD X-Men. I read that already, but I’d still like to own it. Click on the drawing for a larger image. Too bad this winner roster didn’t continue; only Rockslide and Dust are in Young X-Men (which is hard to get into, because Cyclops is being portrayed as a reckless jerk).

Anyway, I did this last night. It was totally a spur of the moment thing; I grabbed the chance to do it when Al texted that he got a FCBD Jughead already (which I was supposed to trade for the X-Men issue, but I didn’t find one). I dropped everything and got really inspired to draw this.

A pity the New X-Men series was cancelled after the Messiah Complex crossover; it would’ve been great to see writers Craig Kyle and Chris Yost continue this excellent lineup’s adventures.

40 Gay Heroes

Thank you, Book Sale. Ellen DeGeneres tops a list that includes Matthew Shepard, Greg Louganis, Elton John, John Waters, the Indigo Girls and other influential gay people. The engrossing September 2007 issue celebrated the 40^th anniversary of the groundbreaking The Advocate magazine, which continuously focuses on many issues concerning the GLBT community in the US.

Got the 136-page special for only P65. What a wonderful magazine. May it and its talented, caring writers continue to help and inspire gay men and women for more decades to come.

‘The Riches’: The family that steals together

(Published May 19, 2008, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

The Malloy clan is probably one of the strangest TV families you’ll ever meet. They’re a tight group of con artists trying to pull off their most difficult scam yet in the unique drama “The Riches.”

The weekly series created by Dmitry Lipkin centers on a group of “travelers,” thieves that have subsisted and existed for generations in America by preying on virtually anyone who lets his guard down.

It’s uncommon for TV shows to use those that dabble in shady dealings as protagonists, but this unusual perspective--that of a thieving nomadic family’s--is innately intriguing. We’re hooked from the start, and more importantly, we root for these people we obviously wouldn’t care for in real life.

In “The Riches,” the family that steals together stays together. There’s a fascinating dynamic to a group that values mutual respect, while rationalizing its systematic preying on others.

Moving around in their RV for years, the Malloys have always been resourceful, constantly improvising and sneaking off with other people’s money wherever the road leads them. Interestingly, while they’re robbers, they don’t resort to violence to achieve their goals.

Fleeing a community of fellow thieves after some serious disagreements, Wayne Malloy (Eddie Izzard), his wife Dahlia (Emmy-nominated Minnie Driver) and their three kids ponder their uncertain future. In an ensuing chase, their pursuers cause a terrible road mishap that kills a rich couple. Well, make that the “Rich” couple. The Malloys try to resuscitate Doug and Cherien Rich, but fail. They visit the deceased’s posh, newly bought Louisiana home, and after much debating, they decide to move in and pose as the new neighbors, the Riches.

It’s a crazy idea, but surprisingly, it works. As a show, “The Riches” works, too; every episode of the first season offers different morality quandaries that strongly latch onto the familial and individual growth of the Malloys. It’s immensely satisfying to see the identity thieves scramble to maintain their cover, learn things they never expected, and as Wayne put it, “steal the American Dream!”

But it’s not solely about deception; half the time, there are crucial truths that this new life reveals to them. The origin and consequences of Dahlia’s secret drug addiction are creatively tackled, while Wayne’s compulsion for seemingly unconquerable challenges is consistently presented. Amusingly, their kids--brooding teen Cael (Noel Fisher), musically inclined Di Di (Shannon Marie Woodward), and cross-dressing Sam (Aidan Mitchell)--have assimilated into “normal” life quickly, without letting go of their real personalities and special skills.

While scenarios are rife with either smart humor or serious drama, the narrow escapes are hokey or too convenient occasionally, most notably when Izzard’s character whips up pep talks that don’t really make sense. These often manage to make him sound sagacious--even eccentric--to his new coworkers. But these don’t always work.

Despite this, you believe that this family is struggling really hard to adapt and blend in. And apart from siding with them, you’d easily enjoy watching this unconventional unit squirm through their unending charades.

“The Riches” airs Tuesdays at 9 p.m. on 2^nd Avenue.

Avengers: The Initiative, a year later

Thirteen issues (counting the important Annual) later, Avengers: The Initiative remains the most exciting of the three current Avengers titles, even when there are only a handful of crimefighters-turned-instructors that officially belong to Marvel’s star super-team.

It’s still about the post-Civil War hero landscape, where registered adventurers are required to undergo strict training prior to being issued their superhero licenses. New characters like Komodo, Cloud 9, Hardball, Trauma and MVP were developed alongside pre-existing ones such as Constrictor, Slapstick, Taskmaster, Triathlon, the irredeemable Ant-Man, and many others.

Co-writers Dan Slott and Christos Gage have been great; they’ve worked some nostalgia-triggering components into it, but it still mostly tackles how the Marvel U has changed. Fresh perspectives and a revolving focus on its large cast keep things from becoming dull. It’s amazingly uncluttered, for something that has characters with complex histories galore.

Conspiracies, transformations and a bittersweet ending to the yearlong arc have been handled with much care, the writers’ and artist Stefano Caselli’s enthusiasm for the project clearly evident throughout those issues. The substitute artist, however, is seriously lacking when it comes to facial expressions and action scenes.

Art inconsistencies aside, Avengers: The Initiative is consistently well-written. Issue 13 starts with the introduction of a new batch of recruits, a mix of familiar and obscure characters that, hopefully, will be just as immersing as the previous group of trainees.

‘What Happens in Vegas’: Conditional love, short-lived honeymoon

(Published May 13, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

A drunken wedding leads to a regrettable morning after, in the pretty average love-hate rom-com “What Happens in Vegas.” This time, what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay there, as it becomes painfully clear to two vacationing strangers who impulsively tie the knot after a night of non-stop partying. It’s exactly what its trailer promises; it pretty much encapsulates how predictably normal--and cloyingly cute--this movie is.

But it’s not without some good laughs. “What Happens in Vegas” executes its situational humor decently, from scenes that depict mini-gender battles to those that portray typical relationship blunders.

Don’t expect anything profound or clever, though, as it’s not a movie that doesn’t stray too far from the parameters of the conventional comedy or romance flick. It’s light, sometimes shallow, and doesn’t require much thinking from its viewers.

It’s quite simple and an easy watch: Cameron Diaz plays Joy, a competitive career woman who’s a doormat when it comes to her relationship with her unappreciative beau Mason (Jason Sudeikis). After the unavoidable breakup, she flies to Las Vegas for a change of scenery, and runs into Jack (Ashton Kutcher), a slacking and unfocused furniture-maker with problems of his own. They hit it off quick, but they don’t remember much from the night before. They freak out when they realize their mistake and their glaring incompatibility.

But after an argument, the newlyweds win millions of dollars, and the impromptu lovers-turned-enemies waste no time in fighting over it. Sentenced to “six months hard marriage” by a judge (Dennis Miller), who wanted them to feel and understand the consequences of their rash actions, Jack and Joy pretend to get along for the sake of their frozen money.

Of course, they scheme moronic plots to discredit each other, so the offended party will be awarded the entire cash prize. They spend most of their “honeymoon” creating devious plans, pulling them into each other’s oddly comforting worlds, in the process.

Kutcher’s part seems like a mellower extension of his “That ‘70s Show” character, while his devious pranks automatically remind you of his “Punk’d” TV show. He’s in his element, obviously, but he’s made to look like a likeable loser, someone who’d attract a similarly nutty and unsure person like Joy.

That pairing keeps this not-so-subtle comedy quite bearable; Diaz and Kutcher have charm and personality points easily covered. The dialogue is okay, but it’s not great, although there are a few laugh-out-loud moments. Some of those involve Jack and Joy’s best friends, played by Rob Corddry and Lake Bell, respectively.

It’s not shoddily done, but “What Happens in Vegas” doesn’t exceed its prefabricated design. The material is able to poke a little fun at how some take the opportunity to marry for granted, though. And while the film quickly drains its conditional love and material greed angles, it’s still a union of typical elements that doesn’t spiral out of control.

Legionnaire Lovin’

Three Legions!

Woohoo! My fave Legion is back! At least for the Final Crisis: Legion of Three Worlds mini by Johns and Perez. Got this pic from Newsarama. Don’t know why it has the same Superman and middle image from DC Universe 0, but I’m not complaining. Nice contrasting versions of the teams.

The post-Zero Hour-“Archie” Legion, I miss it a lot, especially the Abnett, Lanning, Coipel and Batista issues. That universe just abruptly ended, and the version that replaced it wasn’t that great, mainly because most of the characters seemed interchangeably dour. The resurrected pre-Crisis version looks good, but I wasn’t really into the characters back then, because of the already-complicated histories.

Still, I can’t wait for this. The more Legionnaires, the merrier.

We Want Everyone

A year ago today, I was recovering from my first ever hangover, after a fun, crazy night of music, beer and friends. As soon as I felt better, I went to Makati for John’s birthday lunch. Used up some nifty gift checks and got the most awesome meal ever. Speaking of, Happy Birthday, John! Let’s eat somewhere different.

It’s been a busy week. Been feeling tired today. I want to do something for work earlier but right now I just feel lethargic and uneasy. I know that this, too, shall pass. But at this moment, I’m wallowing, rather bittersweetly, with this classic song playing in the background. I can so relate to it. Sigh.

No One Is To Blame
Howard Jones

You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat
You can feel the cushions but you can’t have a seat
You can dip your foot in the pool but you can’t have a swim
You can feel the punishment but you can’t feel the sin

And you want her
And she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her
And she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame

You can build a mansion but you just can’t live in it
You’re the fastest runner but you’re not allowed to win
Some break the rules
And live to count the cost
The insecurity is the thing that won’t get lost

And you want her
And she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her
And she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame

You can see the summit but you can’t reach it
It’s the last piece of the puzzle but you just can’t make it fit
Doctor says you’re cured but you still feel the pain
Aspirations in the clouds but your hopes go down the drain

And you want her
And she wants you
We want everyone
And you want her
And she wants you
No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame
No one ever is to blame

‘Iron Man’: Knight in hi-tech armor

(Published May 5, Philippine Daily Inquirer-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

This is one movie that will make the geeks happy.

Comic book hero Iron Man gets translated to the big screen surprisingly well, updated to fit in a contemporary and much edgier setting. Marvel’s playboy-superhero is made extra-tangible by the intelligent screenplay, Jon Favreau’s confident direction, and of course, Robert Downey, Jr.’s excellent portrayal. Effects-aided slugfests, nicely timed humor and drama, respect for established Iron Man lore--yup, this one’s bound to keep the comic book fans happy.

“Iron Man” is accessible for those who never read the series, too, especially since it gives the main character, Tony Stark (Downey), a thorough and riveting origin. Some details have been changed to make it more plausible, but the basic premise remains the same.

The industrialist and genius weapons inventor is wounded and abducted in Afghanistan, surviving a chest wound with the help of a device that keeps shrapnel from reaching his heart. Forced to re-create one of the most destructive weapons in his arsenal, Stark secretly makes a special suit of armor instead. Using it to escape and beat up his captors, Stark experiences an epiphany, which bodes ill for his weapons-making company and his business partnership with smarmy Obadiah Stane (Jeff Bridges). With cutting edge technology at his disposal, he creates a new and modified body armor, one meant for fighting heavily armed bad guys.

“Iron Man” does a number of things right, which is good news for fans, considering that superhero movies often have to compress and summarize years’ worth of stories into one comprehensible film. It’s able to pick up and play with plot points and combine them into cohesion. Moreover, it’s a nice introduction to the superhero’s world, made somewhat sensible, even alluring, by its fantastical science fiction concepts.

It rightly shows Tony Stark as a flawed but altruistic man. He beds and forgets women, and drinks way too much (which foreshadows his bouts with alcoholism, possibly in a sequel). But he treats his secretary, Pepper Potts (Gwyneth Paltrow) with utmost respect, and becomes proactive when he feels the need to right some terrible wrongs. Unlike many superheroes, his life-altering impetus came later, and he enjoys his civilian life. Well, he does have tons of money. He has an odd but understandable rapport with machines; his house and armor are even equipped with an artificial intelligence that he converses with!

The Iron Monger as the first movie’s super-villain works pretty well, too. The armored fisticuffs between the two foes are characteristically popcorn movie-kinetic. You’d wish that it went on longer and became crazier, though. It would be interesting to see Iron Man’s visually diverse rogue’s gallery appear in future sequels.

Downey, again, is incredible in it, and the witty script feels tailor-made for him. And given the cool, foreshadowed elements such as Jim Rhodes (Terrence Howard) eventually taking over the Iron Man role, and the important, fan-pleasing scene after the end credits, yeah, a sequel would be something to look forward to. “Iron Man” is a solid, smart and entertaining film, and it’s been a while since Marvel had one.

Brain Freeze, Main Sneeze

I like being a freelancer. I get to do things more than half the time at home, usually shirtless and barefoot, and on hours when I feel most comfortable. But sometimes, I need a change of pace. I eventually get tired of the routines, even when I’ve grown to love my different jobs.

Two days ago, my eyes just glazed over as I looked at reference material. Incredibly bored, I kept distracting myself with things unrelated to my work, just to find some inspiration. It came, but it took some time. I finished two articles.

I barely had four hours sleep when new work came in. Two new, unannounced articles were due that afternoon, so I did them as soon as I could. I had to pick up reference at the office later for another new assignment, so I got out of the house by 7:15 p.m. It was still warm outside, but the bus I took had its aircon on full-blast. I was already coughing earlier that day, so I kinda expected it to worsen, eventually. And it did.

But I didn’t think of it too much then, because they were showing some campy ‘90s flick starring Nanette Medved, Gabby Concepcion, and, heh, Rey “PJ” Abellana. It was just a damn trainwreck; you can’t take your eyes off of it.

Anyway, I got to my destination. The office had the aircon off. I was already feeling a mild headache because of the stuffiness and my lack of sleep. Still, I hung out and drank with friends Mark and Sherwin soon at a nearby bar that played ‘80s New Wave (where an old fellow Inquirer contributor, cool guy Ruben Cruz, was drinking with co-workers). Got to Edsa by 2 a.m., and once again, the bus I got on was practically freezing, too. By the time I got home, I was feeling bad, so I quickly cleaned up and went directly to bed. My head was killing me.

I got phlegmy and feverish by the morning. My nose was clogged, too. I took paracetamol, put on vapor rub, and dozed off a few times. Yeah, I missed the Speed Racer preview at the Imax because of it.

Hope I get better soon. Still, I can appreciate hours of just doing nothing, and not thinking about anything. But even when I’m not sick, my brain wants to go on vaycay sometimes, and that translates to restlessness and a desire to do something else (oh, digression: I think I’d like to own a lomo camera, because those shots with the skewed perspectives, symmetrical panels, and round frames are growing on me. Plus, it looks like it might prove useful for some assignments).

Anyway, yeah, I’ll get better. Mind over matter. This is nothing.

Deadlines are looming.