Honestly, Bill Murray's predicament in the movie really didn't sound that bad. Getting out of the time loop and having to continue living life normally after being trapped in the same day for (possibly hundreds of) years, free to do whatever you want, without aging or degrading in any way... Giving up your self-described godhood to be a normal mortal man just doesn't seem worth it. (Maybe if it was someone more delicious than Andie Macdowell...)
Stay safe and sane out there, folks. More than me, anyway. And the classic movie still holds up.
Okay, so we're about a week deep into 2021, which means we can still enjoy some quality New Year's content. Even if said content is not very new itself, and you've probably seen it all before.
Then how about we revisit some quality New Year's content together! Here is, to the best of my knowledge, every New Year's issue of the comic that I can think of. Every one I can remember making and a few that I don't.
Some of these are part of larger story arcs -- sometimes ending one, other times launching another. If anyone's interested, here's a list of the comics, when they were first posted, and links to their original pages, where you can use the Next Comic buttons to read the rest of the stories, if you'd like! No pressure. They aren't all good, they aren't all funny, and they've probably aged poorly -- just like me!
Hope you all have a wonderful New Year in spite of everything.
Once I wrote you about the havoc caused by Specimen Number 2016 and how we barely made it out alive. It is hard to believe that things could get even worse.
During my many misadventures through time, space, the dimensional inbetween, and the Edge of Beyond, my team and I have encountered numerous hardships and endured unspeakable evils. To put it mildly, friends: I've seen some shit.
But I write this now from the rain-soaked neon-lit rooftop of a long-abandoned hotel, broken and afraid, while what remains of my teammates surround me, eyes to the sky, waiting for an evac bird that may or may not be coming.
Our efforts to survive have worked, barely. Our attempt to dimension-hop home again failed. And all of this feels familiar. We'd once again jumped to a familiar-feeling reality that is not quite home. Again. Déjà vu. I've been in this place before.
I have spent the past year trying to come to terms with this twisted circle of hell and devising a way out. Our plans to build a time machine out of a car failed when we could not find the right model. The best we could use would've been an old hatchback, but our portable reactor would've needed tofu as fuel, and the time circuitry would've been linked to tire temperature. Putting the car into controlled slides to generate the right temperature was not a discipline we could nail down consistently. As our nights of fire turned into mornings and we felt the beat of the rising sun, we were no closer to home. Attack that corner at the wrong angle, and we'd go back too far. We'd find ourselves drifting into the '90s... which would've been preferable to this hellish year.
I look around this rainy roof, the glowing city below, and I cannot help but think of the insanity I've witnessed this year. I've... seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the Shoulder of Orion.
Common sense grew increasingly uncommon.
Millions of credits' worth of cargo ships vanish with the screams of 30,000 souls.
The concept of self-improvement murdered by self-entitlement.
I watched as tax-evading corporations squabbled with tax-evading corporations over profits.
I saw the biggest ship expo in the galaxy turn into an underwhelming overpriced shitshow.
Arguably the last remaining superpower on Earth continued its unstoppable decline to shitholedom, the sun having long set upon its empire.
I saw people claim to want respect when what they sought was attention.
I witnessed the entertainment industry's ongoing War on Redheads. A pox upon the entire industry, I say.
I watched the public continue to give chances to companies that repeatedly proved they didn't deserve it.
I lost loved ones, but gained a few along the way.
I heard the incomprehensible ravings of a nuclear-equipped manchild and its cabal of international supervillains.
I witnessed the continued activity of ethnoterrorist organizations and people's inexplicable reluctance to admit to themselves that is indeed what they are.
I heard people express ridiculous fears about tracking devices, publicly posting the aforementioned fears from the tracking devices they keep on them at all times.
A virological pandemic the likes of which we have not seen in our lifetimes reared its ugly head, yet people are too stupid to react accordingly.
I watched helplessly as rampant unchecked capitalism increased its kill count.
I saw questions, doubts, and desire for conversation dismissed as fear, hate, and other buzzwords.
I heard underequipped would-be neuromancers bitching that their weak-ass decks aren't augmented enough to handle the latest softs. No one else's fault but yours if your gonk-ass wetware can't support the chrome. Delta outta here with that shit, choom.
I saw people die who should've lived, and vice-versa.
I saw the bad guys get away with it, as usual.
I collect spores, moulds, and fungus.
I lost The Game.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in spacetime when my friends and I jump out of this torturous dimension and interminable year. Surely, things for you guys back home were peaceful, happy, and safe, with the world's power wielded by rational individuals who genuinely have our planet and its peoples' best interests in mind. I long to once again be with you all, to get close to you, to hug you, to share a meal and a drink, and to celebrate the New Year together, in a packed room of happy people with nothing but smiles on our faces!
Oh, how much I must've missed, being marooned here! I can't wait to catch up on what a great year 2020 must have been for all of you back home!
This year has been absolute crap. This is undeniable. I hope you managed to have a Merry Christmas, in spite of everything. If not, maybe this can help. Here is every Christmas issue of Ages 25 & Up I've ever made, spanning 2008 to 2016. They're not all funny, they're not all good, but they're all here, at any rate.
Stay tuned for an annual Numbers' New Year's Newsletter, which I'll try to have ready for tomorrow. We'll see.
I love Sean Connery. His style, his classic leading-man charm, his voice... To this day, whenever I read Joe comics, Destro's voice is HIS voice (to the point I was startled when playing Destro in Operation Blackout).
Here's some Sir Sean Connery, Ages-25-&-Up-style, and then every Halloween comic I can remember.
Are you ready for Vin Diesel's latest action movie experience? Here's a trailer for you, and my thoughts will follow:
Bloodshot is a movie starring Vin Diesel and is based on a '90s Valiant comic. It's so bad that it stars Vin Diesel and is based on a '90s Valiant comic.
I'll explain, but first, bear with me...
They catch your eye and your hand instinctively reaches out for them. You lift the cookie to your mouth, preparing, anticipating that first bite. In a heartbeat, you will savour the delicious chocolate chips.
But you won't. For the cookie in your hand isn't chocolate chip at all, but raisin.
What does this have to do with anything? Simply put: Valiant is the raisins of the comic-book world.
Growing up in the '90s, super-powered comic heroes lived on my TV screen thanks to spectacular, amazing, incredible cartoons such as X-Men, Spider-Man, Batman (especially the cyberpunk Beyond), and so on, but comic books themselves were a privilege. My brothers and I would buy bagged issues (no, not like X-Cutioner's Song), literal mixed bags of three issues each, with only one visible through the front of the bag. And even if there was an issue of Iron Man or Hulk in the front, well, you could bet the other two weren't.
It wasn't long before my brothers and I had a shoe box of crappy Valiant issues, needlessly-edgy '90s comics filled with 'tude, plenty of blood, and frequently poor-man's versions of familiar characters and/or teams. In grade school, I remember trying to come up with my own "His Superpower Is Guns" character in that '90s style, with a suitably violent and edgy name. I used a word I'd recently learned after having my finger stuck in a window: Bloodshot. Luckily, when I'd learned someone with the creativity of a schoolboy had already used that name on a character that looked even lamer than what I'd devised, I dropped the entire thing.
And that brings us to the year 2020. The capeshit oversaturation of entertainment media knows no bounds, and Sony's latest transparent cashgrab is, for whatever reason, an attempt to establish some kind of "Valiant Cinematic Universe." Hell, what's next? Malibu Comics? Topps? (I'd be okay with Amalgam.)
Their first (and should we all be so lucky, final) attempt is Bloodshot, which stars Vin Diesel as the titular character, an American soldier who is killed in action, only to be resurrected as an amnesiac super-soldier with nanomachines in his veins, allowing for superhuman strength and regeneration. (What's a Wolverine?) Brought back to life by a brilliant roboticist played by Guy Pearce and his RST Corporation, Vin finds himself welcomed by a group of wounded soldiers, all of whom are now enhanced cyborgs.
He finds camaraderie among the RST cyborgs, and eventually, bits and pieces of his memory. He remembers his wife... and the guy who killed her. Driven by revenge, he sets out to take down his wife's murderer. But his memories are artificial, RST has been using him to kill people, and what, if anything, in his new cybernetically-augmented memory-altered world is real?
Yep. It's that generic. As if someone ripped elements out of RoboCop with some Wolverine thrown in, but nowhere near as good as either.
The first scene sets the tone for much of the rest of the movie. As the opening logos fade in, tacticool military radio jargon is heard, and leads into a scene of modern-military American soldier Vin Diesel single-handedly breaching and clearing an entire building of insurgents, throwing flashbangs in slow-motion and sloppily performing a tac-reload, dropping the empty mag on the ground. Is this an adaptation of a '90s superhero comic or a Call of Dudebros game?
Naturally, the scene is filled with excessive amounts of shaky-cam and fast cutting, making it impossible to really tell just what the hell is going on or to focus on the action at all. Just about all of the action scenes fall victim to an overuse of shaky-cam and fast cutting. You could argue that such overused techniques create an atmosphere of frantic chaos in battle. I don't. All it creates is the impression that someone could not be bothered to do tracking shots or choreograph fight scenes. John Wick exists, and if you are going to lift elements from other works, consider stealing some technical elements from Keanu's beautifully filmed action flicks.
The only actors I recognize here are Vin Diesel as our titular hero, and Guy Pearce as the head of RST, himself having a cybernetic arm. I'm guessing that casting Guy Pearce in a movie about an amnesiac trying to avenge his wife's murder has to be intentional. (Don't worry -- Bloodshot isn't told out of order with desaturated scenes.) Everyone's performance is just as serviceable as it needs to be for the movie's characters and tone. I particularly enjoyed Vin's brash foil, the dude with bionic legs and an exosuit akin to something out of The Surge. And, of course, the badass athletic lady in consistently tight outfits. I got a Michelle Rodriguez vibe from her later in the movie -- and not just because Vin was in it. (The movie, I mean, not the lady.)
Say what you will about Vin Diesel, but the man really gets the concept of Stupid Action Movies. He's built a career out of getting Stupid Action Movies. Make no mistake, Bloodshot desperately wants to be nothing more than a stupid action movie filled with clichés. (Make a drinking game out of "Predict The Next Line of Dialogue" and YOU will wake up in the RST headquarters with a cybernetic liver.) Yet it can't find its tone. On one hand, it's extremely stupid, the writing is awful, and it's an excuse for Vin to do his Stupid Action Movie shit.
But on the other hand, the pressure from the studio is palpable. The seriousness of the subject matter. The generic "epic" music. How straight everyone seems to play it. It feels like a tug-of-war between two parties: those providing the big budget who want to sell this serious action story about a wronged soldier, and milk this for all it's worth (and then make more Valiant flicks); and those writing and starring in it who just want to make a self-aware action/comedy, leaning into and embracing the stupidity.
The tone is all over the place. You have a story about revenge, duty, and the meaning of freedom, yet it's told through cybernetically-augmented Vin Diesel punching dudes and blowing crap up. There's an audience-stand-in brown I.T. guy who's one of the few normal people caught up in this crazy world of cyborg warriors, yet he's the comic relief as well as butt of the joke. (I particularly enjoyed Guy Pearce's gag about him liking cricket more than tennis.)
We're supposed to want to cheer for Vin, hoping he can break free and take his life back, yet one of the meters on a screen showing his vitals reads REVENGE: 100%. Now I've played enough Street Fighter IV to be no stranger to Revenge Meters, but when a movie deliberately has a close-up of a screen so the audience can see the "REVENGE" value fill up (accompanied by actors' dialogue confirming the filling of the REVENGE meter), one thing is clear. It cannot be taken seriously. And that's just the thing: Bloodshot can't decide if it wants to take itself seriously or be over-the-top stupid, and doesn't fully commit enough to either to have any hope of working. It can't decide if it wants to be Fast 4 or Furious 7. I'm glad it's not as self-indulgent with its attempts at humour as Hobbs & Shaw, but the humour feels at odds with the self-serious grit, and neither shine through.
If, for whatever reason, you have convinced yourself that you have any kind of affinity for the source material, rest assured that the filmmakers don't. Other than the basic premise and some character names, there really isn't much here that seems to be lifted from the pages of the Valiant comic. (I tried to keep my eyes peeled for stuff like a H.A.R.D. Corps logo, schematics of the X-O Manowar armour, or the name of the Eternal Warrior on a computer screen. I caught nothing.) In fact, it really feels as though the '90s comic book 'tude has been replaced with contemporary techno-futurism and Hollywood generica, further cementing the overall impression that this movie's mere existence is a studio's attempt at just churning out a product to get a payday rather than a creator's labour of love. There are certain points in the flick where Vin's skin turns white, his eyes red-on-black, and the red glow inside his chest resembles the red circle on the comic-book character. That's about as much accuracy to the comic as you can expect.
Would it have been better if the Bloodshot movie kept the hyper-violent super-bloody Edge & 'Tude of the '90s Valiant comic it ostensibly brings to the big screen? Well, if it did, at least then it'd feel like the source material whose name it bears, rather than a completely generic contemporary big-budget blockbuster-chasing Hollywood action flick with cyber-futuristic techno-gimmickry leaking from its pores. It takes itself too seriously to be a Vin-style Stupid Action Movie, and it's too stupid and generic to stand out as a smart (or even clever) action-themed revenge movie -- but in a post-John Wick world, that is a big request.
Bland writing, overuse of shaky-cam and CGI, characters that aren't particularly exciting or endearing -- nothing here is special, and other than a setpiece battle in a blocked tunnel, nothing is really done that well. Sure, you could gather your friends at home whenever this comes out and apply the Fast & Furious Drinking Game rules to it for a gag (many vehicles explode, at least one car ends up on its roof, the word "family" appears at least once...), but you could do that for any of Vin's movies, and if you did that with Fast Five or xXx, you'd get to watch a better movie, too (however guilty the pleasure might be).
For a movie that uses memories as a crucial story element, Vin Diesel's Bloodshot sure is completely forgettable.
Greetings, A25U folks! Your old pal Numbers here, unfortunately in a bit of a bind. I've fallen upon some hard times and an unexpected expense reared its ugly head -- I'm out of work for the time being and my damn glasses broke.
Thanks for all the help, support, and friendship you guys have shown me over the years. I don't want to ask you for anything more than that, but regrettably, I have to this time.
My eyes darted throughout the sky, desperately seeking the source of the noise. And then I saw it. My fingers reached for my radio.
"Admiral Killthunder, what's a Russian gunship doing here?"
But the good Admiral had no answer. At least, none that I would like.
I'll rewind a bit, for those of you just joining me. As explained in my previous years' Newsletters (linked above for your convenience), the misadventures of my friends and crew on our good-intentioned romp through time and space knows no end, no sanity.
Upon parrying the lightning in our modified performance street racer to escape a planet with a drifting-based economy while defeating its biggest villain who'd weaponized the weather (all while faking our own deaths to cover our tracks), what was left of my team found itself in the farmlands of Bratislava.
Bratislava, USA.
Our ripping and tearing of the fabric of spacetime had sent us into the year 2020, where America's unstoppable decline had at long last giving the Soviets the chance to win the Cold War. Now Hinds like the one above us filled the air, part of the invading army's battle to save America from the Americans.
My team and I had to move fast. We used the parts of the Ten-Lightsecond Car to fashion hastily-built exosuits, not even full mechs or powered armour and left what we couldn't use behind. We linked up with the local resistance. It was there that we met... I'll be honest, I've forgotten his name. He had a trench coat and a shotgun and taught us to make pipebombs. But his name reminded me of a kind of candy I desperately wanted to eat again. And I could've sworn I'd seen him before somewhere, possibly as a cowboy, a space marine, or maybe just a regular marine capable of driving a mini-sub.
Maybe I'd seen him before in another dimension, but if anyone understood our plight, it was this guy. It wasn't our battle, and all we wanted was to get home, but if lending our hands was our only option, my team and I would do whatever we could.
According to our new friend's intel, this place was now called the U.S.S.A., and the leadership within the Red House had a Dimensional Map. The resistance wanted into the Red House to, I don't know, finally take their country back like they should've done years ago, and my team and I wanted in to find that Map.
So, for the moment, we had a temporary and fragile alliance. And these exosuits weren't going to last. We scrapped them, and used their pieces to fashion some new weapons: energy machetes, hardlight axes, power tridents, and my personal favourite, the beam katana. In this fallen world, there were no more heroes, and my friends and I fully admitted we were in this for ourselves.
But isn't everyone?
I write this as we make preparations for our assault. We have already sent in scouts to case the joint, and I think we have a good idea on just how we will pull this job off. I can't promise anything, though, but with that Map and a lot of luck, we might find our way home in time for New Year's 2021 and finally be able to finish #400.
But let's not say anything crazy.
- Numbers Somewhere outside New Moscow, U.S.S.A. January 2020
Time flies when you're busy as all hell. Case in point: it's already Halloween 2019, or at least mere days away from it. Well, crap.
I mean, uh, let's celebrate! Need a last-minute costume idea? Well, here's my review of the Spirit Halloween product lineup of Ghostbusters gear. I should probably do a follow-up video to show how the stuff's holding up after a year of con-going.
And let's keep that Halloween theme going with literally every Halloween issue of A25U than I can think of/remember. The last one is my favourite.
Celebrate 25 years of A Real American Hero with Ages 25 & Up, the online action figure comic strip with kung-fu grip and balljoints of steel.
New comics are posted on/by Mondays.
INSTRUCTIONS:
Clicking on a comic will load its full size. Clicking on the "Previous Comic" and "Next Comic" buttons will bring you to the previous and next posts containing comics.
Some assembly required. No tools needed. Adult supervision recommended.
