R-E-S-P-E-C-T

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

or: Time’s Up

I once went 30 years without walking out on a movie. Princess Mononoke cured me of that but, that’s a different story. While I no longer feel the need to stick around to the end I like to think I give flicks a fair shot. This weekends attempt to watch Supergirl scored the fastest checkout I’ve ever executed.

I generally avoid Marvel movies for what I feel is Hollywood’s contempt for the source material. Like wild animals spraying over everything to mark territory and ruin it for everyone else. I don’t mind when they screw up the DC stuff so much because, outside of Green Lantern, I’m just not that invested. Still, I found myself a little put out with Krypto’s treatment in the last Superman flick. That was nothing compared to how he gets treated in the new Supergirl flick. Poor little guy isn’t even housebroken anymore. Three seconds in and they’re using Krypto to literally piss over everything: the scenery, the story, the audience, comics…

Pardon me, I’ve better things to do.

Happy Trails

Smitty