Deadpool—The Merc with the Mouth gets His own Movie


Deadpool movie poster

And I am so happy he did. Deadpool is an R-rated superhero movie and they make the most of that rating. It’s filled with bloody violence (as oppose to bloodless violence, see below), inventive swearing, and lots of sex or talk about sex. Seriously, this is NOT a kid’s movie. It is damn fun for us adults though.

1—Read the Intro Credits

No, seriously. Just do it.

2—In Medias Res

Deadpool begins in the middle of a lengthy action sequence which is then broken up several times with copious amounts of backstory—backstory which is in fact the bulk of the movie. But it works. The pacing is solid where that of a more linear narrative would’ve been too slow followed by too fast. I love well done action sequences but it becomes numbing, not to mention boring, when they go on for too long.
And by breaking up what is linearly the penultimate confrontation, it allows the final battle to shine as the climax (insert your own sex joke). Continue reading “Deadpool—The Merc with the Mouth gets His own Movie”

Furiously Happy—Crazy Awesome and Awesomely Crazy

cover for Furiously Happy book by Jenny Lawson, the Bloggess
Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson, the Bloggess

The subtitle for Furiously Happy is “A Funny Book About Horrible Things” and it is exactly that. There isn’t a cohesive narrative to the chapters (and some chapters can only dubiously be called cohesive themselves) but this isn’t exactly an anthology either. I think “conglomeration” might be suitable. This review will also be more personal than my usual because everything about this book is personal, a life and soul simultaneously laid bare and clothed in humor. Because human beings are contradictory bastards.

1—Laughing About Things That Should Not Be Funny

Because seriously, some of the things in this book are just awful, like bleeding feet and chlamydia, but Jenny Lawson just makes them hilarious. Because if she can laugh about it when she lived through it (not chlamydia, that’s the koalas) then I can laugh at it, and I can laugh at the horrible shit in my life too. And that’s the point, to learn to see the humor in the terrible things, and to learn to take joy both in spite of and because of all the screwed up stuff. Continue reading “Furiously Happy—Crazy Awesome and Awesomely Crazy”