Avengers Endgame is on track to become the highest grossing film of all time. With the spoiler embargo lifted, I want to take a moment to gush about this unprecedented event and the wider wonder of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But this story doesn’t start in 2008, with the release of Iron Man. It starts just days before my 8th birthday, on September 5th, 1992.
Summer, 1996. I was twelve, I’d just won the last battles of elementary school, and my dad, a long-time fan of the TV series, took me to see the big-screen adaptation of Mission: Impossible. Continue reading
I had the barbell about sixty percent of the way up when I heard God speak to me. Now, I’d set up a convenient appointment earlier that day to hear from God, but He chose to wait until I was on the weight bench in my basement, an idiot without a spotter, two hundred pounds of potmetal shivering over my rib cage. Continue reading
When I reviewed part one of Gillian Bronte Adams’s Songkeeper Chronicles, Orphan’s Song, I reflected on her subversion of traditional YA fantasy tropes, slyly leading the audience into traps of surprising emotional depth. If I approached book two, the eponymous Songkeeper, with this knowledge of her technique, it did me no good. I was trapped anew, only deeper this time.
My latest blog post is mostly about restoring a car, but partly about restoring a person. You can find it on my work blog at StreetsideAuto.com.
I want to love trailers. I waste time at work to watch them the moment they debut. Typically I watch the first two trailers for any film, and then cut myself off until I see the film. I’ve found that anything in the first two trailers is inevitably spoiled in the interim anyway, and the third trailer often spoils the entire movie. Which leads me to the first flaw: Continue reading