It has been some time since I have posted an entry for GuakTalk. I could make up some bullshit excuse, but when I'm working all my downtime lately has been spent tooling around on juniorbot, and at home I'm in the Guakcave playing video games.
Yet I admit it's due for an installment. I wanted to write about my experience known as Sucker Punch Weekend, but that was a week and a half ago. Was it too late? My partner-in-crime suggested that SPW be a GuakTalk topic, so fuck it. Better late than never, right?
Michelle and I had been excited about the film Sucker Punch for months; the trailer looked absolutely amazing: hot, scantily clad ladies take on dragons, zombies, orcs, and robots with katanas, pistols, and gatling guns. It was fanboy, or in Michelle's case, fangirl, masturbatory eye candy of the highest order. We didn't give a shit about what the story was. We had to see it when it came out, and the concept of Sucker Punch Weekend was born.
After an excellent late breakfast with Bethlynne and the Coolest Baby In The USA, I boarded the bus to Bean Town. I read a BPRD trade paperback that David lent me and once I was done with that I worked on Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter, which I'm really enjoying. I arrived at South Station at 3:30, and I hit the ground running (not literally: I do not run). Michelle and I took the T to Harvard Square, starting SPW the right way...or so I thought.
We smuggled in some snacks and we shared a cherry Coke. The movie was...disappointing. Not enough of the anachronistic ass-kicking. The story was confusing and convoluted. And even for action movies the characters were cookie-cutter and didn't capture my sympathy even a little bit. Carla Gugino (whom I love) pulled off an Eastern European accent well enough, but she and the bodacious bad-ass babes weren't enough to make me give a shit. Stick to the adaptations, Zack Snyder.
To be continued...
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