It would seem that I was a bit premature when I was complaining about snow last week. Monday night into Tuesday morning the area I live in got about a foot of snow, which retroactively made my decision to buy a new TV instead of a snowblower even dumber.
I’ve shoveled twice today, my back is killing me, and my local comic shop got their books delayed by UPS. All this means this this week’s column will be a bit rushed, but unlike UPS…I deliver on time.
Young Hellboy: The Hidden Land
Mike Mignola, Tom Sniegoski (W)
Craig Rousseau (A)
Dark Horse Comics
A new Hellboy book! Here’s the blurb!
Stranded on a strange island after a mishap on their way to a South American dig site, Hellboy and Professor Bruttenholm are confronted by all manner of monsters! But even when the stranger who rescues them turns out to be one of Hellboy’s heroes, they aren’t as safe as they think they are!
Join Hellboy creator Mike Mignola as he teams with writer Tom Sniegoski, artist Craig Rousseau, and colorist Dave Stewart to bring you a tale of Hellboy’s childhood!
New Hellboy books are always a welcome sight on the comics racks at my local shop. When I was busy moving my collection from my old place, to a storage unit, and then onto my new place I was able to gauge how big a fan I was of something by the space it took up. I’m brief, I have a lot of Hellboy stuff.
Hellboy is one of those oddities where I find I never read it on a consistent basis. I always dip into and out of whatever Dark Horse is doing at any given time, but I always adore the book just the same. Much like The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles before it, Hellboy’s younger years are fertile storytelling ground and I’m looking forward to checking this one out.
Let’s All Go To The Lobby
Since the world went to hell last year I find myself occasionally thinking of The Before Times. What was the last restaurant I went to? The last time I went to the movies? I honestly can’t recall if I saw a single new movie prior to March 2020.
Around January or early February I had dragged my father to the theater to see Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker in its last run before it was officially out of theaters…and I think that was it. Depending on how you feel about the Star Wars sequel trilogy this is either a good or a bad thing.
Disney/Marvel still seem keen to release Black Widow in theaters sometime in the next 90 days or so. Even if I’m lucky enough to get jabbed with the vaccine between now and then I don’t know if I’ll be ready to go back to a theater even if they are operating at a reduced capacity. I’d be willing to kick Disney+ an extra $10 or so I could watch the flick in the comfort of my own home.
The thing is, I used to love going to the movies. Getting the right seat, a giant screen, a kick ass sound system…you can’t hope to duplicate that scope in your living room. Of course, it was a conditional love.
Seeing movies on the night that they premiered was always a roll of the proverbial dice. You never quite knew who you were going to be sitting next to unless you were rolling up to the theater with a full entourage. Even then you run the risk of a member of your crew being a Chatty Cathy and providing unwanted, non-option audio commentary. Like when Han Solo got run through by Kylo Ren in The Force Awakens. You could have heard a pin drop during that moment…if not for one of the people I was with running their mouth and by extension wrecking a very dramatic moment.
In the Before Times I had taken to seeing movies as early as possible on the weekends. Since I’m a habitual early riser it wasn’t difficult for me to catch a 9 or 10 AM screening of a movie and, if I lucked out, sometimes I would have the entire auditorium to myself. It’s what I imagine being fabulously wealthy was like…having a private screening of a film AND being profoundly alone.
I’m not sure how long this will take to get over. I can easily picture myself buying a ticket to a movie and then chickening out in the parking lot before going into the theater. Fun stuff!