A Time to Grill

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As an avid hater of summer, there is still one aspect of the summertime that I really do enjoy.  The smell of food being cooked over an open flame.  That’s right, I love some grilling.  Whether you call it a barbecue or a cookout, if you’re grilling up some burgers, hot dogs, steaks, and/or chicken, I will brave the heat to come and eat it.  Toss some vegetables on, while you’re at it; I know you’re thinking corn on the cob, but may I offer grilled eggplant for consideration?  Bell peppers too.  And we all know that you can’t do a proper barbecue without propane and propane accessories.  Let’s get into the rebooted King of the Hill season 14.

It’s easy to get jaded about the number of reboots and their various levels of success.  I love Futurama, but the reboot of that has been hit or miss, for example.  Family Guy came back one too many times and now it just can’t be defeated.  Even the arguably perfect Arrested Development’s return was fraught with missteps.  So when I heard that my beloved King of the Hill was making a return, I was a bit skeptical.  In case you’re not familiar, King of the Hill originally ran for 13 seasons between 1997 and 2010.  The show centers around Hank Hill, a middle-aged seller of propane and propane accessories and his family, wife Peggy and son Bobby.  They live in the fictional Arlen, Texas and generally have a pretty nice life together.  Hank and Peggy traded Arlen for a job in Saudi at the end of the original show and now they’re returning.  They’re back at the old house, but Texas has changed.  And so have they.

Well, maybe not Peggy so much.

Most of the cast returns, other than those who are sadly no longer with us.  It took some time to get used to Toby Huss (Halt and Catch Fire, The Four Seasons) as Dale Gribble, but that means it frees up Ronny Chieng (M3gan, Reggie Dinkins), to fill his VA boots as Khan Souphanousinphone, which is nice.  I’m always happy to see more Ronny Chieng (or hear, in this case).  Creator Mike Judge returns as Hank, Kathy Najimy (Sister Act, Hocus Pocus) is back as Peggy, Pamela Adlon (Better Things, Californication) is back as Bobby.  The rest of the voices will feel familiar too.

While Hank and Peggy are struggling to adapt to a Texas (and a Texan society) that looks and feels very different from what it was when they left, Bobby is thriving.  Now 21 years old, Bobby is running his own restaurant in Dallas; a Japanese/Texan/German fusion restaurant that looks fantastic.  And I’m not talking in the way that cartoon food always looks delicious; I mean that if this restaurant actually existed, I would want to go to it.  After a successful night out, Bobby bumps into an old friend; Connie, next door neighbor and childhood sweetheart.  The two of them have grown apart, but there’s nothing to it.  They seem genuinely happy to see each other again and reconnect.  Bobby’s taken the now-unconventional route and decided to go straight into entrepreneurship instead of college and he’s more than happy with how it’s going.  The restaurant is a success and he’s content putting in the hard work and seeing the results; he even lives with his childhood best friend Joseph Gribble.  Honestly, I had no idea the emotional impact it would have seeing Bobby grown up and doing well.  Usually when we come back to a character after a long time, the story is about them having withdrawn to hermitage.  Indiana Jones, Luke Skywalker, Thor; the list goes on.  And while those are done with varying levels of success as well (Indiana Jones not so much, but it worked for Luke and Thor; a quick reminder that I love The Last Jedi), it’s nice to just see one of these characters I grew up watching be okay for once.  It’s not like everything’s perfect, but he’s doing well and has healthy boundaries in most aspects of his life.  It’s beyond refreshing.

As you can imagine, there’s a little hesitation that comes with comedy reboots especially because comedy is one of those things doesn’t always translate across decades.  Look at how poorly Friends has aged.  Hank Hill was kind of out of touch in 1997, imagine how he is now.  Handled poorly, this could come across really, really offensive and unfunny; you know, the Rob Schneider effect.  There is a bit of “old man yells at cloud” about his complaints sometimes, but it’s not over the top.  At the core of it, as much as Hank is stuck in his ways and out of touch, Hank has a good heart and it shows.  He can get angry, but nothing about him or the standards to which he holds himself and the world is ever hateful or discriminatory and that’s been consistent through the entire series.  Hank may disapprove of “hippies”, but he never hates anyone because of who they are.  Through the original series, he’s grown so much and then here he grows even more, which is really awesome.  You can see the Bob’s Burgers influence here.  I’ve said before that Bob’s is like the marriage of the creative teams of King of the Hill and Adult Swim series Home Movies, so it stands to reason that all these years making Bob’s such a great series would influence how they return to Arlen, Texas.  It may take some poking and prodding and Hank can dig in sometimes due to culture shock; and it’s the most unexpected kind of culture shock, since Texas is his stomping grounds, but none of this gets in the way of Hank being a good man.  He’s supposed to have home field advantage here.  And yet it’s so different.  Even his beloved beer has changed, which he finds out when he and Bobby try to enter a home-brew competition in Dallas with an Alamo-alike (Alamo being Hank’s fictional favorite domestic beer, most likely based on Texas’s own Lone Star beer).  Which, I can’t fault him for liking the beer that he likes, but I also love when people get creative with beer.  I once had a beer at a home-brew festival that tasted like the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’ve ever had.  You’re not going to get that out of a can sold on the shelves of the Mega Lo Mart.  But like Bob Belcher, Hank Hill is open to changing and open to growing.  Eventually.  Most of the time.  I mean, his dad was Cotton Hill, a horrible misogynist and racist who demeaned him from the moment he was born.  Growth is a process, but Hank is in it; even if he doesn’t always realize it.  If every boomer were more like Hank Hill, the country would be a better place.

Hank used to think that boy ain’t right, but I think he’s starting to learn that he and Peggy did a great job raising Bobby

Hank has also entered a stage in life that’s really awkward for him: retirement.  Considering Hank is essentially an idealized version of so-called traditional American values, the idea of trying to fill your time with anything but work just feels wrong to him.  He tried brewing beer.  He tried soap operas.  He even tried reality TV shows.  But he finds himself other outlets as well, including a foray into the gig economy.  And he’s not the only one who’s trying to understand the world he finds himself in; Bobby is just 21, learning how to be an adult and on his own and navigate the minefield of adult life and relationships.  Things are going well, but he’s still finding his way through.  You’ve got a long road ahead of you, Bobby.  If I ever figure it out, I’ll let you know.  I know I’m supposed to be focusing on the lighter, more fun aspects of this show for the summertime, and yes, it’s laugh out loud funny on multiple occasions every episode, but it’s the newfound depth that really impresses me about King of the Hill.  They ratcheted up the Bob’s Burgers dial, it seems; delivering real stories in a world that feels real (in the case of King of the Hill, even more so, whereas Bob’s Seymour Bay setting feels like a surreal beach town version of Stars Hollow and Arlen feels more like a real world town), with emotional impact, smart writing, endearing characters, and lots of laughs along the way.

Texting is a nightmare, Bobby. How do we live in a world where punctuation makes you sound angry?

  King of the Hill has always touched upon deeper topics, but this season feels different; instead of having occasional moments where the show sits down and has a real conversation with you, it’s more seamlessly woven into the tapestry of the storytelling.  You can see it in the gig economy episode; Hank finds himself in situations that are awkward and funny because he’s so strange around normal human feelings, but it also speaks to a deeper trend in our society.  He runs into oversharer after oversharer and people who are looking for more than just the work he’s been tasked to do.  It’s such a smart and casual way to show how disconnected people have become and how much we’re starved for any kind of real connection that we’ll invite someone into our homes to do a simple job that we no longer have time to do ourselves and then share with them the intimate details of our life like they’re the person sat next to you at an airport bar.  If you’ve never chatted with someone at an airport bar (hotel bars work fairly similarly), there’s an incredible phenomenon there.  I remember being Bobby’s age, my first time traveling on my own, and sitting at the airport bar while an elderly man told me his entire life story.  Regrets, hopes for the future, a chance at a relationship with his grandkids and a renewed relationship with his adult son.  I remember these details intimately even nearly two decades later.  Human beings are complicated creatures who want to be a part of something and apart from everything at the same time.  People are simultaneously more open than ever before and more closed off.  We’re a mess; and King of the Hill embraces that mess in a funny and touching way.

Extra awkwardness on the side, you said?

In the halls of reboots that feel like hollow nostalgia-bait, King of the Hill stands head and shoulders above any reboot that I can remember seeing (other than X-Men 97).  So many times, these ideas fall short and cheapen the memories you have of the original.  But that’s not the case here (nor in X-Men 97).  It’s an amazing continuation of the story that felt wrapped up back in 2010.  I never thought I’d see these characters on my screen again and I never thought that when I did, it would be such a comforting sight.  Season 14 was an absolute triumph and I’m so happy that it’s back.  In fact, it may be the best season of the entire series and I still don’t understand how they were able to pull that off when almost everyone else fails at trying to recapture old magic.  I didn’t know I needed it, but I did.  Season 15 hits Hulu and Disney+ on July 20th, this coming Monday at time of publication, and all 14 previous seasons are available for streaming there as well.  If you’re new to the show, I don’t see any reason why you can’t pick right up on 14, but if you want to go back to 1997 and watch the show from the start, well, you’re in for a good time.

And that’s it for this week’s post.  I would be remiss, however, if I didn’t take a moment to say goodbye to legendary actor Sam Neill.  News of his passing was sudden and shocking and once I’ve had enough time to process, I want to give him the attention he deserves.  I’m going to miss you, Dr. Grant.

I never thought I’d live to see Hank Hill do keepy-uppies

The Silence of the Dams

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Summertime is the time of going outdoors, I know.  As much as I am a city boy, where the glass and concrete have become nature, even I recognize the power of being in actual nature.  It’s restorative.  The amount of time it takes to restore people can be different for sure; for me, an occasional foray to the land of green stuff is more than enough to keep my nature meter sated.  But for others, nature is much more important to their daily lives and can give a sense of peace and tranquility.  Mabel is one of those types.  She loves animals and nature and has pretty much devoted her entire life to protecting it, as futile as that may seem at times.  Let’s get into Pixar’s 2026 animated feature, Hoppers.

We start on Mabel Tanaka as a young child in school.  And she’s plotting a jailbreak.  Class pets are the main subject of her breakout; you see, Mabel really, really loves animals.  And she hates to see them caged up and kept away from their natural habitats.  But, like most jailbreaks plotted by 9-year-olds, it’s largely unsuccessful.  But in the aftermath, Mabel’s parents drop her off at her grandmother’s place to watch her and she takes Mabel to the glade.  Before I talk about how this affects Mabel, I want to take stock of how big a swing this is.  This is the beginning of the movie; yes, we had the thrilling elementary school prison break, but immediately after, we grind to a halt and sit in a forest clearing to take in nature with our characters.  This is paramount to the story.  Mabel, voiced by Piper Curda (The Morning Show, I Didn’t Do It), the sister of Twisted Metal’s Saylor Bell Curda, grows into a 19-year-old eco-activist, fighting Mayor Jerry at every turn.  And it’s this moment, where she quietly sits with her grandmother to take in the natural beauty around her that shapes her as a character.  Mabel is headstrong, overbearing, slightly obnoxious, highly pessimistic, and a misanthrope as well; if you didn’t get a chance to experience for yourself what and why she’s fighting so hard to protect, you wouldn’t like her (and test audiences didn’t until this scene found its home in the opening act of the film).  Sitting in that glade with her grandmother defines her.

Jumping forward to now, the glade sits empty and a new highway looms over it like the knowledge of impending death.  Mayor Jerry Generazzo, voiced by Jon Hamm (30 Rock, Grimsburg), is determined to run this new highway right through the glade, replacing it with the concrete and tarmac I usually hold so dear.  As you can imagine, to Mabel, this is perverse.  The destruction of nature for some slight convenience?  She can’t stand for it.  But she’s on a ticking clock and without any actual wildlife in the glade to protect, the glade’s been approved for destruction.  Mabel goes to her professor and mentor Dr. Sam, voiced by Kathy Najimy (King of the Hill, Sister Act), and discovers that she’s been working on a top secret project to transfer the human consciousness into a robot animal body for the purpose of study.  This allows them to communicate fluently with the animals and insinuate themselves into ecosystems unbeknownst to the animals that it’s really a human at the wheel.  Dr. Sam let it slip that the presence of just one beaver would be enough to restore life to the glade, thanks to all their hard work; building dams creates the ponds and streams and is necessary for wildlife to survive.  Can’t live without water, my doctor keeps telling me.  Red Bull is made of water, I keep telling her.  Normally, this is where I mention that our protagonist hatches a plan, but Mabel isn’t the planning type.  She acts almost purely on instinct, jumping into the machine and hopping into the body of a robot beaver so she can find a real one to repopulate the glade.  That’s what Dr. Sam calls it, hopping.  I guess that’s why this movie is about beavers (or one specific lizard, depending on your perspective) and not rabbits.  No matter, Pixar animation is sufficiently cute, regardless of the animal subject matter.  Do an otter movie, Pixar.  Please.  They’re so cute.

After interrupting the natural order of things (as a reminder, the animal kingdom is a cruel place; it’s worse than having to listen to Snyder bros on Twitter), Mabel is brought to King George, a beaver.  George, as he likes to be called, is the cool king, and is voiced by Bobby Moynihan (The Fall and Rise of Reggie Dinkins).  George has created a space for the animals being driven out of their natural habitats, cramped though it may be.  And he’s the one that Mabel has to convince to go back to the glade and repopulate it so it can be saved (repopulate by building a dam and creating a hospitable habitat, that is; this is a Pixar movie we’re talking about).  George is a bit of an odd duck, pardon the expression, with him being a beaver and all.  He’s fun.  Lighthearted. Trusting.  Kind.  But he still breaks it to Mabel that no one will ever move back to the glade because it’s too noisy.  Mabel figures out the issue and they all move back to the glade, filling it with life.  Job done, right?  Of course not, we’re barely halfway through the movie.

I’ll get the bad out of the way right now.  Hoppers is not an all-timer from Pixar.  This is not a movie that’s on the level of the Spider-Verse films or KPop Demon Hunters from Sony, nor can it match the masterpiece that is The Last Wish.  But it is a really good movie.  And that’s despite the fact that the third act is a complete mess.  The narrative holds together, but the rules of the world seem to no longer apply and the film starts genre hopping in a way I really didn’t expect.  I was happy to be taken for a ride and enjoyed Pixar’s foray into slightly darker humor, but I’m not sure it was the best idea.  However, these problems don’t get in the way of it being an enjoyable movie with a great message and it certainly won’t bother kids that some of the film’s internal logic seemingly got thrown out like litter on the side of the road.  But if you allow yourself to forget about all that and just enjoy the absolutely unhinged action-packed third act, you’re going to have a really good time.

Mabel grows a lot, which is nice because sometimes when there’s a character like Mabel who starts off in the right, it can be difficult for them to have meaningful growth in their character arc.  This is one of the places where the writing really shines.  Mabel is angry.  She hates Mayor Jerry.  And I don’t blame her.  This is a righteous anger that she feels, a righteous anger that fuels her, but never really pushes her over the line.  But when she falls victim to her own rage at the injustices being perpetrated against nature generally and the glade specifically, she sets the animals down a path that leads to darkness.  We all know that anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering (credit to the great philosopher Yoda) and there is plenty of suffering to go around.  But the second her righteous anger turns to hateful fear-mongering, Mabel snaps it back with George’s help.  Mabel may be right at the start of the movie, but that doesn’t mean that she’s perfect.  She has a lot of growing up to do; after all, she is only 19.  I remember what I was doing at 19, and it definitely wasn’t trying to save the environment or getting into shouting matches with the mayor (I did transfer my consciousness into a robot marmoset once, but that was nothing like this).  And through the course of this movie, she does quite a bit of growing up.

A lot of that is thanks to George.  George has a truly Shakespearean backstory and he’s happy to share it.  Everything he’s seen and been through, his first instinct is still to greet folks with openness and try to look for the good in them.  Even humans.  He’s even open to seeing the goodness in humans and as someone who is still active on Twitter, he does a much better job of finding it than I do.  George is instrumental in Mabel’s growth and their friendship is so beautiful to watch unfold.  And Bobby Moynihan’s voice acting is just fun to listen to.  I’m so happy that he’s getting roles like this because he delivers banger after banger in Reggie Dinkins and I’ve grown so much affection for him as a result.  But it’s through George, because of George that Mabel learns to see things from others’ perspectives.  And without this, without learning this specific kind of empathy, Mabel would never be able to accomplish what she sets out to do.  It’s not that Mabel isn’t empathetic; she has tons of it, of course.  But because she’s unable to put herself in the shoes of another human, it makes her ineffective as an activist.  Now I’m not saying that you need to open your mind to the point that you agree with those who are on the other side of your argument.  Rather, if you don’t try to understand where they’re coming from, you’re never going to be able to change their mind.  A decision doesn’t exist in a bubble, protected from change by magic; it sits atop a pedestal built on a pile of thousands of thoughts, experiences, emotions, personal values, and morals.  If you can’t understand those underpinnings, you can never hope to get into that pile and start changing things.  And if you can’t change the pile, you’ll have no chance at changing the pedestal or what’s on it; that decision you’re seeking to alter.

Despite the movie’s flaws, Hoppers is a worthy entry into the Pixar catalogue.  Like most top tier kids’ movies, Hoppers isn’t just fun and funny; it also has a moral and a lesson to it and I think both of those are important.  Human beings, as much as we like to believe it, are just as much a part of nature as the rest of it.  And nature, filthy and dirty and covered in mud and bugs as it is, is not just worth protecting, it’s necessary, because harming nature is harming ourselves.  We can pretend we’re different, we can pretend we’re above nature, but we’re not.  And though I am a city boy, even I can’t deny the restorative power of being in the natural world.  Once every few years, I try to find a way to commune with nature and allow myself to feel like I’m connected to something much bigger than I am.  And that’s a huge part of what this movie is about.  It’s about making sure we don’t forget that we’re not islands.  Hoppers is a reminder that while we can have fun living life as a wave, we shouldn’t forget that we’re all just part of the ocean.  All of us connected, every living thing a part of something that humanity has spent its existence trying to understand on a scientific, philosophical, and moral level.  And as messy as the third act is, that doesn’t take away from how good this movie made me feel at the end of it.  It made me want to go out into nature; not just in the moment, but as a life change.  Instead of finding a place where grass grows once every few years, maybe I’ll do it once a year.  An annual trip to a place where trees don’t grow tied to stakes in the sidewalk.  Not a bad idea, really.  Hoppers is rated PG, runs 1 hour and 44 minutes, and streams on Disney+.  It’s great summer fun for the whole family with a message that people should hear.  I’ll be watching this one again.

Raid of Honor

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Summer camp.  A rite of passage for so many young kids.  I remember the times my parents thought that summer camp was the place for me.  The great outdoors, dirt, bugs, extreme heat, dehydration, being made to go swimming three times a day so your counselor can take a break and your hair always smells like chlorine.  And if there’s one thing that I remember most vividly, it’s how we were split up into six teams of four based on our jobs and were made to do extreme challenges on an island, known as the Island of Fire, for the honor of our profession.  Wait, I might be thinking of Siren: Survive the Island.  Let’s get into it.

I’ve never really covered reality TV before, other than a quarantine post about how it’s okay to enjoy trash TV like Tiger King when it’s comfort viewing for a world that feels like it’s falling apart.  But since the focus of this blog is storytelling and I’ve talked about storytelling in sports, why not some more reality TV?  Siren is unlike any reality competition I’ve seen before and while I was reluctant to watch any reality show, this one came with a strong recommendation so I tried it out.  It’s not like I don’t watch any reality competition shows, but they are generally centered around cooking (Top Chef, Bake-Off), so I’m nothing but open-minded.  The premise is simple.  Six teams of four, split by profession.  Soldiers, cops, firefighters, stunt performers, bodyguards, and national athletes.  No prize money on the line, only pride.  Right, this is where I tell you, if it’s not obvious by the fact there’s no prize money, that it’s not American.  Siren is a Korean reality show.  And all the contestants are women.

If there’s even a moment of fleeting doubt about the intensity of the show in your mind, banish it now.  Siren makes Survivor look like a high tea service with caviar and finger sandwiches by comparison.  In one challenge, the teams are told to go, but they don’t know where until a flare is shot into the sky.  The flare happened to be 1km away from them, setting off a race through a mudflat to get there.  If you’re not familiar with mudflats and you’ve never seen the Top Gear Botswana special, then allow me.  One kilometer running across mud that sucks your legs and pulls you down like quicksand in a cartoon. Once they reach their destination, they have to pick up their team’s flag and race back through the mudflat to get to the arena.  The catch, though, is that the flag comes with an 80kg (~175 pounds) flag pole that they have to transport as well.  Make no mistake.  All of these women are in peak physical shape and are incredibly strong.  And this challenge saw them reaching their limit, breaking down in the mudflat, collapsing under the literal weight of the flag pole and the extreme exertion of the challenge.  And this was the first challenge.

It was genuinely incredible to watch, seeing them fight through this ordeal that was perhaps more difficult than they thought it would be.  But here’s the one thing that immediately got me on board with this show.  When the first team arrives, they receive a phone call to give them the next instruction for the second phase of the challenge.  But the first team had someone lagging behind, near the back of the pack and the voice on the phone informs them that they can only receive the instructions once the whole team has arrived.  Rather than wait for their colleague, one of them immediately went back into the mudflat to go get her.  And when she sees her teammate fighting through the mud to return to her, the first words out her mouth are “I’m sorry” and her teammate responds that there’s nothing to be sorry about because they’re a team.  She was just glad that she was able to go back and help her.  And that’s a theme across the entire series.  These women are so supportive of each other.  When one falters, another is there to prop them up and help them get across the line.  What a noticeable difference from most American reality TV shows I’ve ever tried.  If cutthroat backstabbing and finger pointing is your thing, Siren isn’t where you’re going to get it.  It was truly inspiring to see these women building each other up instead of tearing each other down.  Their challenges truly require teamwork and they’re all there for each other through it.  My Marvel Rivals teammates could never.

And this is all even before we get to the heart of the actual competition.  Each day, there are two challenges.  The first occurs in the arena and that’s your sort of Survivor style challenge where the teams compete to gain an advantage in the other battle.  This is called an Arena Battle.  These are intense physical challenges that make the games I’ve seen in other reality shows seem like babytown frolics by comparison.

Then there’s the Base Battle, which also occurs everyday.  This is where the show gets its name.  Once a day, at a time unknown to the contestants, a loud siren rings across the island.  It could be any time, before or after an Arena Battle, the middle of the night, you name it.  And we’re not talking about a gently rising alarm clock either.  I’m talking about those old air raid sirens that they used to test occasionally right outside my elementary school.  I’m sure they had them in other places as well.  I doubt the firehouse near my school was the linchpin for America’s defense from Soviet invasion.  The goal of these base battles is to capture the flag of another team and occupy their base, thus kicking them off the island in the process.  This is where a lot of the strategy comes in play; teams have to choose their base and each one has a unique set of pros and cons.  One could be very conveniently located to the island’s resources, but that also means that it’s more easily targeted by the other teams.  One could be very defensible, but placed remotely, so you have to do more work to gather resources or even just go to the Arena Battles each day.  It’s not like they can take an Uber there, they’re hiking everywhere.  They also have varying degrees of protection from the elements.  But with four people on each team, you have to strategically decide how to approach each raid.  You could split up 2-2-2, which everyone knows is the ideal team composition, but everyone keeps either going triple heals or quad DPS and…sorry, I’m talking about Rivals again.  But you have to decide.  Can one person hold out against a team of two, three, or more?  Do you split your team evenly and hope that two people can overcome a defensible position?  Do you let the sharks eat each other and put all your resources into defense?  Do you trust your hiding skills, conceal the flag as sneakily as you can, and then go all out in attack?

Battle is the right word for this hourlong free-for-all.  The contestants aren’t allowed to really hit each other, but the definition of hit is pretty loose.  Each contestant wears a sort of vest with their own personal flag in the back.  Pull the flag out of a person’s vest and they’re done for the battle.  They can’t participate further until the battle has concluded.  This means that pushing, shoving, grappling, and even some light weaponry come into play.  These fights get intense.  They know that having your flag pulled means your team will be at a massive disadvantage for the rest of the hour and that could lead to elimination for your entire team if the tide turns against them.  And when you’re watching it, it feels like the stakes are very high.  These women don’t want to let each other down.  Remember, it’s not like it’s money they’re playing for.  It’s pride.  It’s each other.  And that is really kind of amazing to see in a reality competition show.  But make no mistake, they’re willing to fight tooth and nail for it.  Watching these battles as they teeter from tense to intense and feel as action-packed as a scripted show.  And knowing that these are all real, accomplished women in fields dominated by men who are giving it their all is inspiring.  It’s not as if I’m going to start going outside and doing tough mudder events, but I like to know that there’s a small part of me that wishes I could.  Even though it’s very small.  I don’t like the mud.  I don’t like getting wet or dirty and mud is wet dirt.  It’s not for me.

One of the things that I love about how this show is how it’s presented.  No overbearing, obnoxious, Seacrestian host to constantly reiterate what’s going on, no manufactured drama, no social manipulation.  The politicking is gone because it’s performance that justifies your spot on the island, not shaky alliances and calculated treachery.  Just a set of contestants playing the game.  It’s crazy to me how much better other countries do reality competition shows.  Sure, there’s The Great British Bake Off/Baking Show, but Korea seems to be doing this stuff really right.  Korea has better reality competition shows, they have better pop groups, their horror movies are really good, and they even have better demon hunters than we do.  I wouldn’t sleep on the fried chicken either.  But, in the meantime, Korea, please do a version of Ultimate Tag that doesn’t involve JJ Watt or any of his brothers.  That concept has so much potential!  Unfortunately, Siren: Survive the Island only got one season despite critical success, but that season is still available on Netflix.  Rated TV-14 for language (although it is in Korean, so that might not be a very big issue if you don’t speak Korean) and with 10 episodes averaging about 45 minutes, it’s easily one that you could watch with the family or keep all to yourself.  So if you want the summer camp experience to the extreme, it’s worth a shot.   

Just as a side note, if you’re celebrating the holiday here in the US, have a fun and safe weekend.  If you’re facing a heatwave like I and much of the country are, stay hydrated, don’t drink and drive, and remember that patriotism isn’t the same thing as blind devotion.  As for me, I’ll be locked in a dark, air conditioned room, looking for more light summer fun to bring you.

Lone Wolf and Stub: Supergirl

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Readers, I have once again braved the harshest of elements (it was raining lightly, but it was quite humid) and this time on opening weekend to head to the theaters to see a movie that I’ve been waiting for since the utter surprise that was 2025’s Superman.  So it’s time for another spoiler-free look at a movie that’s in theaters in the next installment of my “Lone Wolf and Stub” series, where I go to the movies by myself and then tell you about it with nearly no details.  Let’s talk about Supergirl.

I’m sitting here just about half an hour since the credits rolled on my IMAX showing and I have so many thoughts that I need to share with you that they might not be the most well organized.  First things first, I have to speak briefly about the online reaction to this movie and its critical reception.  Now, you know that I am generally fairly snobby when it comes to movies and my tastes are usually more in line with critics.  There are counterexamples, of course, and Supergirl is going to be one of them.  At the time of writing, Supergirl is sitting at a 57% RT score with 76% audience score.  Now, I can’t speak to what problem the critics had with it is, I haven’t read every review.  I can’t tell you what I saw and they didn’t or what they didn’t see and I did, but I walked into Supergirl with an open mind and enjoyed every second of it.

As for the misogynistic online backlash, I don’t think I need to tell you that I hold nothing but disdain for people who jump on bandwagon hate because something doesn’t represent them or whatever silly notion they have as to what they’re entitled to.  It’s of course okay that something isn’t made for you because you’re not the only person on the planet.  But also, just because the protagonist doesn’t look like you doesn’t mean you can’t identify with them.  I mean, I grew up watching white guy after white guy save the day and I like Batman just as much as anyone else, even if he does have the face of a colonizer.  So if you’re mad that there’s a superhero movie starring a woman then you simply need to grow up.  I’ve been on that cesspool-formerly-known-as-Twitter and seen people talking about how horrible the movie is, how it should have starred Sydney Sweeney, and how it’s man-hating trash not only before the movie hit theaters, but even before the critics got a chance to see it.  It’s time to grow up.  The movie is not horrible, not even close.  No, it really should not have starred Sydney Sweeney.  And it’s not man-hating at all.  It’s not man-hating for a woman to exist and have stories centered around her.  It’s not man-hating for a woman protagonist to go against all male antagonists (which isn’t even the case here).  It’s not man-hating to hold those who hurt women and girls accountable.  And I really have to stress that this should not have starred Sydney Sweeney.  If you want to see Sydney Sweeney in a superhero movie, go watch Madame Web with the twelve other people who have seen it.  I watched this movie sitting next to a father and with his two young sons.  They didn’t see online discourse; they saw a hero doing the right thing and kicking ass in the process.  So maybe everything online isn’t always so real.

Now that’s out of the way, I can focus on the movie.  Just very quickly, Supergirl is Superman’s cousin, Kara Zor-el, and much like Clark, she’s got some pretty significant powers when she’s under the yellow sun.  Of course, Kara doesn’t really spend much time in that particular brand sunlight, opting instead for the red sun that allows her to get drunk.  I don’t blame her.  Then some stuff happens and Kara has to make some decisions and maybe do some stuff.  I can’t get any more specific than that, but I can tell you that the movie digs deep into the well of heroic tropes, but does so in a really effective way.  It worked in Logan, it worked in The Mandalorian, it even worked in The Punisher season two.  Give a reluctant would-be hero something to protect and see if they are the hero we want them to be or not.  Hell, it’s the trope that this series of blog posts is named after.  And I can’t get enough of it.  Milly Alcock (House of the Dragon, Upright) is excellent as Supergirl; she presents as a party girl, drinking her way through the galaxy like an undergrad student on a pub crawl, but there’s so much more to her character.  Kara has so much depth to her, so much capacity to elicit emotion and be relatable that I can’t imagine a better choice for her than Milly Alcock.  She teeters on the knife edge of likability as a character because Kara wants you to hate her as much she hates everything that’s happened to her.  I could go on about her performance, but that would get into spoiler territory and we don’t want to be there.  Suffice it to say that Milly doesn’t just walk the knife edge, she dances on it with aplomb.

Some have likened the story to that of a Guardians of the Galaxy movie and even if that were accurate, I don’t see the problem.  In case everyone forgot, the Guardians movies were great.  The second did take a dip in quality and Chris Pratt has long overstayed his welcome, but as a trilogy, Vol. 3 was so good that it made me forget all the peccadillos of Vol. 2.  Yes, there are some similarities both visually and in setting and world building as the Guardians movies, but that’s kind of the point of having a cohesive cinematic universe.  Guardians may be a Marvel property, but James Gunn isn’t and he’s the one in charge of the Gunnmosphere, so it stands to reason that there are going to be similarities.  And yet, it still feels fully in the universe of Superman.  I do see influences from other movies though, as nothing is created in a vacuum.  I see some Logan, I see some Mad Max: Fury Road, I see some True Grit in it as well.  And if you know me, two of those movies I mentioned are ones I didn’t like, but it all comes together in something that I truly adored.

It’s not all perfect, of course.  There are a couple of lines I could have done without because they have the effect of inviting undue bad faith soundbite criticism and some of the action, while appropriately disjointed and unpolished (Kara isn’t exactly the kind of person who has a meticulous plan of action), can be hard to follow at times.  Jason Momoa plays Jason Momoa as Lobo [Jason Momoa’s Version] and while he’s perfectly suited for Lobo, it is largely the same character he always plays.  It almost feels nitpicky to complain about it because it is really perfect casting.  I mean, I do think he’s at his best playing a Pauly Shore-like villain in Fast X.  Momoa is a very likable figure so that does paper over some cracks, but there are no surprises.  He simply is what it says on the tin.  And that’s kind of the list of my complaints.  Maybe more will come to me when I do a full post, but for now that’s what I’ve got.  The movie felt great to watch, I was engaged from moment one, and thanks to the extremely sensible 1 hour, 47 minute runtime (with no after credits scene!), it was paced well too.  Which I can’t say about every superhero movie that benchmarks two and a half hours as a minimum, whether or not there’s story to justify the column inches, so to speak.  It’s fun, it’s funny, and it packs a narrative punch as well.  Supergirl is PG-13 and in theaters now and it gets my wholehearted recommendation.