With apologies to the long forgotten Voodoo Queens, who sang...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcfJUiTf7eM
Supermodel Superficial!!!
I'm a bit fed up with the endless superhero films. I'm as "meh" as any cliche spouting lazy writer can be when it comes to Superman, Spiderman, the apparently Steedless Avengers, or any other leotard wearing platitude spouting fool.
"Prepare to Face Justice!!!" - oh fuck off.
Superheroes are fantasy figures originally designed to appeal to feeble men who were always getting pasted by jocks and couldn't get a girl even if she looked like Eric Stoltz in Mask, and in parallel to appeal to an America insecure in the face of Nazis and Communism. They are alternate egos, a feeble boy with a black eye imagining himself to be chiselled from granite "sock pow kerblamming it" to his foes. The opressor becomes the opressed. And he gets to give the - to give them credit - usually quite sparky wench a big kiss at the end, his brain too young to understand the concept of hot, filthy penetrative intercourse.
I hate them. I wish I was a big strong beyond-super entity, capable of giving Superman and his Kryptonite knickers a good kicking, before stealig Lois to a dirty planet hideaway.
Spot. The. Hypocrite.
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