As AT&T’s attempt to acquire Warner grinds along, there are a great many rumors in the air, some going back as far as 2016, about the Warner monolith possibly being broken up and sold off in pieces, or some other massive restructuring for a variety of reasons. Those rumors got another boost this week, fueling endless speculation and fanboy conspiracy theories. Variations on the question “Is Warner selling DC to Marvel” have been popping up on Quora and Reddit for a few days now. So it seems like it’s up to us to clear up a few misconceptions.
Once again, I found myself writing a lengthy response to a post on Facebook, and just before I hit send, I thought “gee, this would be better as a post over at the Junk Shop.” So here we are. This time it’s the Star Wars Saga. The first response posted to that thread was the suggestion that “maybe, just maybe, Star Wars was a really cool idea that got taken way too far.” My reaction to that, and the reason we’ve assembled here today, was that some parts were taken too far, while others were simultaneously not taken far enough.
I just a minute ago saw that Buck Henry has passed on at the age of 89. so let’s give him a proper tribute.
Last time, we looked at oddball TV shows that couldn’t make it past 13 episodes, and I promised I had a similar list of shows that were marginally more successful. And here we are.
I finally got around to watching Shazam! this week. Despite having been a fan of Captain Marvel since his revival in 1973, and despite liking Zachary Levi in most of the things I’ve seen him in, I wasn’t really eager to see the film version. This is mostly because DC has had no clue how to handle the character for decades. My worst fears about the film were realized.
It’s been my gift (and curse) that I seem to remember hundreds of terrible TV shows that only aired for half a season and dropped into the abyss half a century ago. I can’t tell you what my bride asked me to pick up after work tonight, but I sure as hell can tell you who starred in ‘A Year at the Top’ 42 years ago, because that’s how the blob of electric jello in my skull works. If I have to know this crap, so do you.
If I were capable of feeling shame, this might be my guilty pleasure, but there’s no guilt involved. I like musicals. It’s just a damn shame that I can’t sing or dance, because I’d love to be in musical theater. I often listen to musicals at work, sometimes old classics like Camelot or Chicago, sometimes more obscure works like Threepenny Opera, or recent shows like Something Rotten, and every so often I go looking for stuff I didn’t know existed. Some of it is on the odd side.