So I've decided to stop elaborating, start simplifying, and attempt to do so in as positive manner as possible, which is this:
If you're excited, good for you. Go buy comics you will hopefully enjoy, and have fun.
If you're angry, good for you. Channel that anger into something positive. Throw your vocal and (especially!) financial support behind the comics you will hopefully enjoy, and have fun.
Instead of attacking the other side for liking the comics they like, support your side for liking the comics you like. Communities are formed, books find audiences, people get good comics. End of story.
Reductive? Maybe, but it seems like a better use of of everyone's time and energy than yet another endless Twitter war.
(And if you recognized that the title of this post was taken from a Dweezil Zappa song, congratulations, you used to watch Nick Rocks: Video to Go, too.)
He might have a hard time rising above the midcard, but that's where many of the most interesting feuds and most of the best matches take place, anyway, and more than once he and his opponents ended up stealing the show (that brother-against-brother angle with Ocean Master, for instance, and the ongoing war with Black Manta that has stretched out over both mens' entire careers).
Occasionally he'll become a player in the World title picture, and every time things start out strong but eventually peter out due to questionable booking decisions (usually all backstage politics by the bigger names worried about their spots) and weird attempts at changing up his gimmick. It's the hunt for the Intercontinental title - and minor variations on his old school persona - that best suits him and the fans.
That contract stipulation about only having to defend the championship in coastal cities sure is weird, though.
I was lucky enough to see this live. Daniel Bryan (Bryan Danielson in real life) had spent most of the previous few months in a program with then-champion Randy Orton, trying to win the title but constantly being denied due to the machinations of (on-screen) management because he wasn't big or telegenic enough, even though the crowds loved him and would loudly chant his name even during segments where he was not the focus. It seemed a little mean-spirited, even for a wrestling angle, and in many fans' eyes seemed to reflect the company's one-time (and maybe, as many suspected, then-current) feelings about the guy. But still the crowds chanted, even as he got shuffled out of the title picture and into a storyline where he became the thrall of backwoods cult leader Bray Wyatt and his Wyatt Family.
A storyline that lasted I think maybe a week. At the WWE Monday Night Raw from Providence, RI, on January 13, 2014, Bryan turned on his new masters in a cage match, beat them down, ascended the top of the cage, and earned the loudest, most continuous crowd reaction I have ever experienced... TV doesn't do it justice. From here the crowds chanted him all the way into the main event of Wrestlemania that March and the company's championship title at last - a move that many theorize, probably correctly, was not the original outcome at all. Professional wrestling as a whole, and WWE in particular, is notorious for pushing the people that the promotion itself wants as the Top Guys, but the crowd would not be swayed into anything less than exactly what they wanted, and what they wanted was Daniel Bryan.
Bryan announced his retirement Monday. His 16-year career has been an incredibly accomplished one, seeing him performing in parking lots and gyms to the main event of Wrestlemania at the Superdome in New Orleans, and all points in between both in this country and abroad. While it's a true shame to see his career end so soon due to injuries (repeated concussions, mostly, but also some back & neck issues, IIRC), I'm happy that it ends for understandable reasons, and not in tragedy. The man was an amazing talent, and by all accounts a hell of a nice guy, and I hope that the next chapter of his life entails that it brings him happiness and success however he happens to define that. He talked in his retirement speech on Monday about how grateful he was for wrestling and all that it has brought him, and I think it's safe to say his fans are grateful for everything he gave to us. I know I am, and I will remember for the rest of my life the energy of the crowd cheering "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as he sat at the top of that cage.
The Up Too Late Film Club: You're living in the past... this is the 14th century! (Thoughts on Disney's Sleeping Beauty)
That latter category includes the lion's share of the Disney "classics" catalog, which seems weird even to me given how much I love animation and that I'm decently well-versed in the live-action Disney output of the 50s, 60s, and 70s (and for the record, the Witch Mountain movies have 'em all beat). I'm pretty good from about Beauty and the Beast onward, but my record prior to that period is pretty spotty. I've seen Fantasia, The Sword in the Stone, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Robin Hood, Oliver and Company, maybe The Great Mouse Detective, but I think that's it.
All of this is a probably-too-long prologue to say that I've decided that I needed to fix that, and I started with Sleeping Beauty, due in large part to its good reputation among animation aficionados, the fact that it has a notable villain who eventually turns into an effectively frightening dragon, a fight with said dragon, and perhaps most importantly, it was on the shelf at my public library the day I went in looking for a Disney movie to watch. I think if we're honest we'll admit that many of life's decisions are driven by simple availability.
Anyway, I liked it, or at least I mostly liked it. I went in to it expecting memorable songs and iconic characters, and those weren't areas where the movie delivered particularly well. As far as the former goes, the songs weren't bad by any means, but hardly a "Bippity Boppity Boo" or a "Someday My Prince Will Come" in the lot. "Once Upon a Dream" was serviceable and sets up a decent meet-cute scene, but although I remember the title I can't for the life of me remember how it actually goes.
As for the latter, I should specify that although the movie does present some iconic characters, they are not in the form of our leads. Aurora / Briar Rose is certainly as lovely and kind as you expect a Disney princess to be, but she doesn't get to do a whole lot other than alternate between being happy, sad, lonely, and drowsy; and the whole "wanting to marry literally the first dude she meets after knowing him for the length of one song" seems like it would a bit rash even before Disney itself would call out that trope in Frozen. Her fella, Prince Phillip, gets to show a little more personality, and he does get to fight a dragon, but he's still mostly Generic Prince Type Guy for most of the story, and in more than a few scenes gets upstaged by his horse (which, admittedly, is a bit of a Disney tradition). And though he does get to be the hero, he owes all of that experience to the help of the fairies Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather, who steal every scene, literally keep the dude from spending most of the rest of his life in a cell, and bring me to an important point about this movie.
As for Maleficent, what more can be said? I think it is fair to say that she became the definitive Disney movie villain, even before she got her own spin-off backstory movie. A creepy but still strangely beautiful look (green women, amirite?), a voice performance that charms as it scares, and a motivation that makes sense to the audience - the lust for power is hard to relate to, but I think everyone has been pissed about not being invited to a party before, and unlike most of us Maleficent had the perfect comeback to the slight AND the ability to do something about it. Petty? Sure, but so are most human failings, and the best villains are the ones we can see a little bit of ourselves in.
Also, there's the whole turning into a dragon thing. I mean, that's always going to be awesome, and it looks amazing, as does pretty much every other frame of the movie. For what it lacks in story, this is arguably the high point in terms of animation from the Disney studio. Lush backgrounds, wild visual designs whenever there's anything remotely magical happening, the use of color and lighting to set the mood without a word needing to be spoken, it's all just amazing. Even the character design stands out, surprisingly; the characters in most of the movies in the Disney canon have a similar look that is uniquely, identifiably Disney, making it easy to believe that Sleeping Beauty, Peter Pan, The Sword in the Stone, 101 Dalmatians, and even something like Atlantis: The Lost Continent could all kind of be the same world. Sleeping Beauty has this look, too, but something about it is kicked up a notch. The fairies, Maleficent, the drunk jester, Prince Phillip's nearly-perfectly-round father, and many others all have a little something extra that conveys personality as much as the voice actors' performances. Even if you somehow cannot stand the story at all, just sit back and let your eyes soak in all the sights. They will thank you for it.
In the end, Sleeping Beauty reminds me a little more of an early Marx Brothers movie than it does and early Disney one. The real action is with the three characters running around carrying the plot and making you laugh, and the big scenery-chewing villain you love to hate and don't hate to love but still want to see get the inevitable comeuppance. The rest of the time you're forced to sit through some trifling songs and a pair of bland romantic leads, biding your time until the next "pink or blue" argument or someone has to fight their way through a forest of thorns. Thankfully, it's totally worth the wait.
(Obviously all images in this post are (c) and property of Disney, and used for purposes of tribute & review.)
That being said, this Lego set, #76044, "Clash of Heroes," was a must-buy. The Kryptonite is useful, and that Batsignal is great, but the minifigures really sell it. Frank Miller-esque end of "Dark Knight Returns" armored up Batman? Sure. Superman in a costume that's light years better than any of his New 52 togs, and a new hairpiece to boot? Yes, please.
Also, the fact that it's a Batman v. Superman: Dawn of Justice minifig that gives us the first Lego Superman head that's not only not-glowering, but full-on smiling (the other side features a presumably-more-movie-accurate heat vision eyes & snarl combo)? Irony like that is too amazing not to support.