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The opening is awful and unfocused. It spends almost half the movie introducing the squad. Some stuff with Deadshot working out. Shots of Harley Quinn doing weird gymnastics. And the entire aesthetic is awful, the pinks and greens, the “edgy” style. And goddamn, the music. They’re trying to ape the Guardians Of The Galaxy dysfunctional team of misfits thing, and then they go right ahead and use the exact same fucking song from Guardians Of The Galaxy.

So right off the bat, Harley Quinn should have had a Brooklyn accent. This seems obvious. I don’t know why they’d pick an actress who apparently can’t do one, or why they instructed her not to. It’s like one of her defining characteristics and it felt wrong hearing her without it. It wasn’t her.

This next point speaks more to a missed opportunity with the character in general, in all her appearances, but why the hell doesn’t she ever use her psychiatry skills? She’s a clinical psychiatrist. She has a doctorate. 8 years of her life. How did she go from that to little more than sex kitten? She’s insane, not stupid. She should be observing everyone, picking them apart, exploiting their weaknesses. I hate the overt sexualization of her character over the last decade but if you could maybe comment on that by having her strategically use it to her advantage and then suddenly drop the pretense, become stony faced, cold, efficient, ruthless, scary. I would have had her wear her Batman: The Animated Series jester outfit. It’s still sexy without showing any skin.

Will Smith’s nice guy Deadshot really didn’t work for me. I like him as an actor, but I don’t know if he can play a villain. And that’s what Deadshot is, he’s a remorseless contract killer who never misses. I would have gone with his classic origin story, where his abusive father was beating his mother when he was a child and he went and found a gun and tried to shoot his father but missed and ended up killing his brother.

Maybe also include his death wish tendencies, over the guilt.

Distill his “powers” down to the fact that he simply never misses. Make it almost preternatural. His costume usually ends up looking really stupid, so I’d base his wrist guns on the actual WWII Sedgley glove gun, and have his mask just be a plain black military ballistic mask. Make his outfit more or less practical military/special forces.

Despite it being a fairly major departure from the comics, I think I’d actually keep the Ringu esque version of Enchantress. I liked the creepiness and the weight it brought to her early scenes. I’d go almost full on horror for the character. Play up how ancient the entity is, describe it as being a demigod driven underground during the last ice age. The whole “The Enchantress” magic word bit could be June Moone translating an inscription in the tomb which awakens the goddess.

I’d have the movie cold open with the boardroom scene where Waller demonstrates the power of Enchantress. Make it seem mundane and grounded at first, a meeting at a government agency,
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low pile grey commercial carpet and conservative shoes, someone pouring coffee, lots of ums and uhs as they go over reports. Then the appropriations committee guy is all rightfully skeptical, talking about slashing Waller’s budget. Then Waller has Enchantress do her thing (though I don’t think I’d include the Enchantress’ heart McGuffin; it muddies the waters, especially when it inexplicably ends up not working later on in the existing film). THEN Kubrick esque cut to bold title and credits sequence with the jail and find a way to introduce all the other characters more organically instead of the “zany” title cards.

I think I’d have Enchantress serve the same role that Katana does in the existing film, to keep the criminals in line during the mission. Then she turns on them when June Moone loses control of the entity.

Keep Incubus as the apparent villain before Enchantress betrays them and teams up with him. Definitely keep the shot where Incubus is standing on the tracks in the subway when the train pulls into the station and he bisects it and you see from his point of view the inside of the train cars as they rush past.

Keep the villains’ plan involving these ancient demigods reshaping the world, combining their magic with modern technology, but make it look way cooler, not just dumb boring blue glowy light. It should be all creepy and Giger and Akira style, and clockwork and intricate moving parts.

I wouldn’t have the Joker at all, pretty much. Just a rictus grin in the shadows of his Arkham Asylum cell in flashbacks explaining Harley Quinn’s origin, but that’s it. Show how she became obsessed with the way his mind worked.

Yeah, could have been a good movie if DC didn’t so consistently display incompetence with their cinematic universe. 2017 01 08

I’ve noticed a dismissive attitude towards nostalgia and any media that taps into it. As though it were inherently superficial or shallow.

Similarly baby boomers like to bemoan the “extended adolescence” of generation x and millennials.

Memories are like stones in a rock tumbler. Every time you access a memory your brain edits it. Over time the rough edges are smoothed away and even negative experiences often acquire a sheen of poetic tragic significance.

I think a lot of us start to miss that as we get older, as we are confronted with harsh realities. We crave simpler times (however unreliable our memories might be), before we were weighed down by responsibilities. It might even account for the slide into conservatism many people undergo later in life. Romanticizing the past, yearning for it. Fearing the future.

Our past becomes a series of iconic images, places we can retreat to, where we can smell the dust, feel the grass beneath our feet, moments crystallized.

Earlier today as I was listening to Tegan And Sara So Jealous I thought it could be neat to make a post where everyone picks a handful of their favorite albums, and then describes the memories most closely associated with them.

So Jealous is experiencing that album for the first time at the listening station at the downtown a Sound, with its massive pillars and gilded ceilings. Another time sitting alone in the airport in San Jose, California listening to that album on my expensive Discman that had ridiculously good battery life, in the army surplus medic pouch I bought from the Ribtor Warehouse for a couple dollars.

I think there’s immense value in nostalgia. Nostalgia can bring joy (and the world desperately needs more joy). Stranger Things’ appeal is based almost entirely around it and it’s currently one of the most popular shows on television. For previous generations it was stuff like The Wonder Years.

As for the charge of “extended adolescence”, I find the notion that people are supposed to stop having fun when they get older positively horrific. What is the point of life if you can’t enjoy it?
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