Last night I walked around downtown Grand Rapids, feeling like a ghost who was haunting the city. You don’t have to die to leave your life behind; people do it all the time for different reasons. You can build up an idea of who you are, what your identity is, and have it pulled out from underneath you like the tablecloth in a cheap parlor trick. You’re left suspended in air for that brief moment before—like Wile E. Coyote in a Road Runner cartoon—you realize with horror that you’ve been defying the laws of physics. Then when you finally hit the ground, it doesn’t feel like you’ll ever get back up. Continue reading
The Punisher was one of my favorite superheroes as a kid. He is the vigilante element of the superhero distilled down to its core essence. Like Batman, The Punisher didn’t have any superpowers, just a whole lot of anger. Unlike Batman, he didn’t feel the need to get all theatrical about it. Forget dressing up like a bat and pretending like that would do anything but make criminals kind of scratch their heads a little, all The Punisher needed as his costume was a goddamn skull on his shirt.
There have now been four different live-action takes on The Punisher, three on the big screen and the most recent one in Netflix’s Daredevil series. They have had varying degrees of success, both creatively and financially, and they have also been quite distinct from each other. I’ve seen them all, and I’m here to give you my hot take on which are the best and which are the worst.
I’ve been a Kanye West apologist for years, much to my wife’s chagrin. “But he’s such a misogynist asshole,” she would protest anytime I would mention him. “Well yeah,” I would respond, “but he makes such great music.”
It’s often difficult to know where to draw the line when separating an artist from his or her music. It’s only the rare occasion that the line is clearly drawn, like with Bill Cosby. How many people are going to be firing up their Cosby Show DVDs now, after it has become entirely apparent that he is a serial rapist? Well, apparently Kanye has no problem with it. Continue reading
One of my fondest memories of my mother involves killer robots. It was early July, 1991, and by some set of circumstances I can’t recall my father and sister were not home that day. It was just me and my mom. She made me my favorite dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and asked if there was a movie I would want to go see. I answered without hesitation: Terminator 2. Continue reading
I quit comedy today. I quit because I love it and I felt like it wasn’t loving me back. I quit because it’s hard, and sometimes I just want things to be easy. I quit because I was depressed, and when I’m depressed I can’t imagine ever being funny again. I quit because I’m tired. I mean really, existentially tired. Continue reading
Last year for my obligatory year-end “best of” post, I wrote about the best songs of 2013. It had been a pretty damn good year for music, so it seemed like a natural choice to focus on that. In 2014… well, I was a bit underwhelmed by most of the music that came out. Not all of it, mind you, but there just wasn’t as much great music as the year before. So to mix it up for the new year, I’m branching out a bit and writing about all of my favorite things of 2014.
Nancy Grace is a human parasite. She feeds off of tragedy and human misery to boost her ratings while at the same time positioning herself as a crusader for justice. The results of her crusades speak for themselves, although plenty of other people have spoken about them, too. In short, she’s a terrible person. But terrible people often make for some pretty hilarious Twitter accounts, and Nancy Grace’s Twitter account is the crème de la crème of awfulness.