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A Sting in the tale

I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed the set-up for a future John Cena heel turn, as The Masked Man writes on Grantland about the ‘Chekhov’s Gun’ of the erstwhile wrestling rapper’s newfound power to reinstate The Authority as ‘the powers that be’ in WWE. It’s a twist that was clearly designed to plant the seed in every Cena-hater’s mind that there may come a day when the children’s champion swerves on the good people of the ‘WWE Universe’ (I hate that phrase so much) and throws in his lot with Triple H and Stephanie and company. That it will likely never happen is completely beside the point; it’s enough for the smarks to be flattered that Creative put something in there for them to ‘get’ and feel smug about. That’s some nice misdirection, there.

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My Goodreads review of Hawkeye Vol 3: LA Woman

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Kate Bishop’s west coast adventures are a little too sunny, a little too wacky to fit comfortably in the same series as Clint Barton’s relatively serious situation in Brooklyn. Annie Wu’s more conventional art style is fairly jarring compared to David Aja’s stylised look, too. The Kate issues work better separated out in this volume, though it’s far from perfect, with the story arc resolving itself awfully neatly. Still, the writing is witty enough to paper over those cracks for the most part.

My Goodreads review of How I Escaped My Certain Fate by Stewart Lee

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Stewart Lee’s autobiography of sorts is part memoir (only a fraction, really, more a summary than an in-depth examination of his life and career), part director’s commentary on three of his own extended stand-up sets (making up the bulk of this tome, and what really makes it worth reading). How you like it of course depends upon how you like his comedy, but I’ve been a fan of his (and of Richard Herring) since the TMWRNJ days so I’ve been primed for more than 15 years.

Someone tried to hack my iPhone

Something I completely forgot to mention in my previous weeknotes, maybe because I’d love to pretend it never happened, is that my iPhone was hacked a fortnight ago. There I was, awake with a start on a Sunday morning as my phone blared some random video (I don’t remember what; I wasn’t in the best of moods to take notes, like) and witness to someone, somewhere, bumbling their way remotely through a number of my open apps, and attempting to access others, most unsettlingly 1Password — which I could see them open, chancing their arm at my master password (good luck with that, chumps).

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My Goodreads review of Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

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I feel it’s premature to judge this on its own with two more parts of the trilogy (really one book split in three, since they’ve been published so close together) still to go. But I will say that it’s been a long time since I’ve read anything like this, and I look forward to seeing where Jeff VanderMeer takes the story.

My Letterboxd review of Superman II

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So yeah, it’s pretty rotten in hindsight; clearly no money was spent on either the special effects or a decent screenplay. And the main conceit – Supes giving up his powers as if he’s The Little Mermaid to be human for Lois Lane, like who gives a fuck about all the other people in this shitty world who need protecting – says it all, really. But I’ll be darned if it isn’t a bit fun to watch, even if that is to original director Richard Donner’s chagrin.

My Letterboxd review of Edge of Tomorrow

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Far, far better than the marketing would lead you to believe, Edge of Tomorrow suffered at the cinema due to woeful trailers and TC fatigue. But the film itself is a treat, despite boiling down to a cross between Groundhog Day and Aliens (and it knows it, with the very aware casting of the great Bill Paxton, among other nods throughout). Anyone with a bugbear over temporal paradoxes will have something to argue about when the credits roll, but for me that doesn’t mar what’s a jolly well done, thrilling sci-fi action bonanza. Even with Tom Cruise in it.

My Letterboxd review of In A World…

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So it seems Hollywood can still produce a heartwarming yet unsappy romantic comedy, one with actual substance, uncynical despite its quirky hook (its conceit is that most of its characters work in and around the voice-over and vocal coaching industry) and – and it’s a shame this has to be remarked upon, but it’s kinda key to how it works – one where the woman is the fulcrum of the story. It won’t be long before that won’t need to be said anymore, of course, once people like Lake Bell (and Lena Dunham, et al) carve out more space in the multiplexes or the cable networks. And then I’ll look like a sexist for pointing it out at all. I kid, I kid!