I never really wanted an iPad. Not that having one wouldn’t be cool, but to me it just seemed that I wouldn’t use it much. Of course, this is entirely a cost thing. If the device cost $200, you bet your sweet ass I would have had the thing on day one. But it isn’t $200. I think it just came down to around $9,000 for the base model. But anyways, I never poo-pooed anyone for wanting or buying one; they are a cool device and I know there’s a huge number of people that bought it, use it daily, and even a percentage of them that replaced their home computer with it. So I never really paid it much heed, as my Macbook Pro is practically tethered to my body every second I’m in my house.
Then I received an iPad for Christmas back in December. I know, pretty good gift, right? Well I tell you, I fell in love that day, and haven’t gone a day since without using the iPad for at least an hour. I’ve read five books on it since Christmas, and I’ve probably watched a dozen films on it. It is a fantastic mobile media station, and I’d be lost – in bed before turning the lights out, where it’s mostly used – without it. But you know what I was really curious about, long before I even laid hands on the cold, slightly heavy device? Comics. I had this grand vision of having my own local comic book shoppe right in my hands. Vibrant colors and intense kapows delivered to my eyeballs every Wednesday, ready to be consumed by my fingertips and stored in thin air, leaving me more room in my house for statues and toys instead of unsightly (yet still prideful) white long-boxes. I could lay in bed every night with a digital KILBY from Ikea bookshelf, just full of trades and issues and one-shots just gagging to be fingered and peeped. But it never happened. At least not right away. It took a while, but eventually the big two managed to put their hesitance and investments at ease and get on board the digital train thanks to comic shoppe apps through Comixology (which pretty much has a monopoly on the comic app market, with exception to a couple of smaller vendors). Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Readers,
You may have noticed that there’s been some changes here at GKS. A few months ago things began to slow down on the day-to-day of the site, and the film side of things quickly faded away. The online film journalism/blog community is a fickle thing, you see, some might call it a bit of a “boy’s club”. Team Squid worked hard for a few years with the intention of getting in that circle, and although we have a large, loyal and amazing fan-base and readership, GKS was never really accepted by its peers. It took a while to see it, but ultimately, GKS isn’t cut from the same cloth. We don’t want to be, nor do we need to be.
The drama, the politics, the competition, and ultimately the lack of original content is the foundation of the film-blog community. So we’ve decided to change things up and steer this ship in a different path. This isn’t a case of oh, well you didn’t have success so you’re just adapting to failure. It’s hardly that. The vast majority of film site content is re-written slop. A story breaks and within twenty minutes you have essentially the same article regurgitated from a hundred different sites. Of course there are exceptions, and there are many sites that do run great, read-worthy original articles. I consider GKS a success in that area, and we will continue to do that.
But the rat-race of the film blog isn’t for us, so we’re getting back to our roots with comics. Moving forward, Giant Killer Squid is all about the funny books. We’re moving ahead with weekly reviews, and we will be adding some new columns into the mix. No more flash, no more unnecessary zazzle, and no more superfluous bits and bites; you want some gassy news, you will no doubt hear about it before you hit the site, from a million different sources. You want original, insightful commentary and discussion? We’d love to have you.
This doesn’t mean that you won’t have a similar avenue for film; our Squid scientists are hard at work on a sister-experience to GKS to streamline that content directly into your eyeballs. When it happens you’ll know.
I’d also like to acknowledge and thank our very own (and exceptionally talented) Auburn for her continuing contributions to the site, and keeping the site alive.
So welcome to the new GKS, and thank you for your continual readership!
- Ryan
Usually I begin my posts with some inane story or fact or paper-thin lesson on life. Not this time. I’ve got nothing. We’re bare-bonesing this one. Sorry. I’m sure you’re disappointed…
I picked up an all-ages book today! It’s a creator-owned book! It’s from the mind of an eight-year old! But it’s actually coherent! How exciting. Naturally, I’m talking about Takio from Brian Michael Bendis and Michael Avon Oeming.
I am a firm believer that comics should be included in the classroom. Perhaps, PERHAPS, I’m a bit biased. But they got me into reading. Surely they could have the same effect on the current youth. Now, I read the occasional all-ages book. All-ages doesn’t mean “For Kids”, it means “You Don’t Have To Hide It From Your Kids”. I don’t have kids, but I do enjoy a good story-whatever package that may come in.
Takio is the story of “Two sisters in a multi-racial, adoptive family…But when a one-of-a-kind, once-in-a-lifetime accident gives them real-life superpowers, these two sisters become the first actual superheroes in the entire world.” If you flip the book over, that’s what you’ll see. Here’s my write up: Takio is a quick read about a generic teenage girl (Taki) and her not-so-generic but completely realistic younger sister (Olivia). Little is known about them and their backstory; all that really matters is their dynamic and in an unimportant origin they get powers.
When it’s all said and done, this book is cute. We’re not breaking down walls story-wise. Sure, it has the typical Bendis dialogue charm but we’re not seeing any earth-shattering ideas. It’s simply an enjoyable nugget that is completely appropriate for kids. The art is also geared towards children. Don’t take that to mean it’s inferior or child-like, it’s just simple; you could describe it as cartoon-like with little pretension. It’s all big eyes and bright colors. It’s fun art. Fun is good. Okay, let’s talk about what makes this book important. Read the rest of this entry »
A few weeks back I had a dream that I was Jason Bourne. It was awesome. I woke up and was crushed when I realized that I was not Jason Bourne. I spent the greater part of a week (and still do from time to time) wondering if I have what it takes to be Jason Bourne. Well, outside of anatomy anyway. Janet Bourne. I genuinely don’t think I do. It takes focus. It takes flexibility. It takes running. I suck at all of those. I thought my dream was gone. Then I read Who Is Jake Ellis? and I believe I still stand a chance.
Who Is Jake Ellis? is a five part mini series written by Nathan Edmondson with art by Tonci Zonjic. We don’t really know who Jake Ellis is. He’s got a bunch of different agencies looking for him. He’s on the run. He has an imaginary(?) guy in a suit telling him how to survive. And that’s basically what we’ve got.
This book is one of the most addicting reads I have ever had the pleasure of picking up. Yeah, yeah it’s just issue two. Don’t care. Do you know how hard I’ve wanted to read the next issue of this book? All I want is more information on these characters! I was under the impression it was to come out last week and when it was pushed to this week, pandemonium…in my mind. Yes, I had a mental riot. It was horrible. Read the rest of this entry »
The legendary artist Klaus Janson said “Everyone who has ever worked on [Daredevil] thinks the character belongs to him. Maybe it’s because Matt Murdock is the most human of all heroes.” I remember the exact moment I read that. I remember reading those words and being in awe that a character meant so much. Everyone has books that they want to write. Somewhere in the depths of that head of yours is a Moon Knight story just waiting to be put on paper. But to connect so strongly with a character (not necessarily a story) that you feel they ‘belong’ to you? That’s something special.
Poor Matt. Went all crazy after being possessed, gave up his reign over Hell’s Kitchen and just wants to take a walk and have some “Matt Time”. But can he? It would be a pretty terrible book if he could. Seems trouble always has a way of finding our friend. Andy Diggle writes the four part mini-series Daredevil: Reborn with Davide Gianfelice on art. That’s where we find our hero on hiatus roaming the deserts of New Mexico, getting involved with a corrupt police force dealing in guns and heroine. Might should have considered Pismo Beach versus a New Mexican desert. Just throwing that out there, Matthew.
When you consider how much I disliked Black Panther: Man Without Fear, it’s actually comparable to the degree that I like this book. This is some pretty sweet writing. It’s Matt just as you’ve always known him, but put him in a modern day Western setting. He’s just passing through this small town and sees that the townsfolk are being terrorized. Matt’s not about to stand idly by. He’s going to kick some redneck ass. Neck ass?…That’s not a thing.
Janson also went on to say that as a writer, you fall in love with the surroundings of Daredevil. It’s not just Matt. It’s the whole cast of characters, the dynamic of Hell’s Kitchen, his battle with a secret identity. I’m not entirely sure that’s true. Don’t get me wrong. Anytime you’ve got lawyers, crime bosses, ninjas and super powered street justice, I’m on board. But in Reborn, his supporting cast isn’t with him. He’s sans costume, sans moniker, sans Kitchen. It’s just Matt and his struggle to stay out of the hero-game. Read the rest of this entry »
I like to draw parallels when it comes to Marvel and DC. I like to take a character and find his or her equivalent in the other publisher’s universe. Compare, contrast, pick my favorite and try to understand the reason behind the choice. I don’t know why I do it. I think it might just be a compulsion. One more quirk on the road to insanity. I do it though. For instance, Marvel has Norman Osborn. Strong business man, staggering leadership, questionable code of ethics, goes crazy from time to time, fixated on domination. Well you head over to DC Comics and you see the parallel in Lex Luthor. They’re pretty compatible. Osborn is probably a little more unstable but Luthor built a Lois Lane robot and is obsessed over all forms of power. Sometimes you just can’t compare crazy.
[It has been brought to my attention that there may be closer connections between Norman and Max Lord while Doom is closer to Lex. It's a compelling argument. Thoughts?]
I love both of these characters. Like a lot. I like their superior intelligence, their radical thinking, their desperation. They are the smartest people in the room but they understand people and their weaknesses. That’s why they’re mega-villains. They know how to manipulate others. You get a writer that knows how to harness that power, it makes reading them an absolute treat. I teeter back and forth on which one’s my favorite. Right now with Kelly Sue DeConnick behind the man, Norman Osborn wins the title.
You remember Siege, right? Sure you do. Norman Osborn ran the world, started a war between Asgard and Midgard, got his butt handed to him by Captain America? Well, they didn’t exactly let him free after that but the government doesn’t know what to do with him. So they put him in the maximum…est security prison with the hopes that it would all blow over. But elsewhere, there were tropes of people that viewed Osborn as their Messiah. They formed a cult around him and his ideals and want to bust him out. He’s a born leader and now he’s surrounded by super-powered and super-dangerous criminals that need a leader. How fortuitous for all parties. Read the rest of this entry »
Internet, I stand before you with my tail tucked between my legs. I have a confession to make. I was an asshole. There’s no two ways around it. I went back on all my beliefs and got sucked into the hate-fueled knee-jerk responses that come with being a comic book fan. I was unfair to that which I love most and I’m sorry. Okay, I may have gotten a bit excited over the apology. Let’s start from the beginning:
I hate stereotypes. Hate them. I hate them because they limit natural impulses. For example, I feel sorry that a cop can’t walk into a donut shop without contributing to the stereotype. Donuts happen to be delicious. And in walks this person and they can’t enjoy their fried doughy goodness without thinking, “This is just what these people want to see.” More to the point, I hate that a female character can’t have a fun book without it seeming like a waste of time. It’s perceived as simply another throw-away girl book and when are we going to get back to men blowing things up? Now I love things blowing up but this is where I fell off. I’ve done it before, I did it again. I wrote off a book simply because it was a fun story. And evidently, fun stories aren’t worth telling.
Is this a review? Is this a rant? Who the hell knows anymore. I live in a very grey area. However, the book in question is She-Hulks written by Harrison Wilcox with pencils by Ryan Stegman. This four-part mini series follows Lyra the new Savage She-Hulk and her acclimation to a normal teenage life in New York. Superhero needs to fit in and keep a secret identity in high school all the while fighting evil with the help of some super powered mentors. It’s been done before. It’s not new, but with Ryan Stegman on art-I read it. That’s really all it takes for me to jump on board. Read the rest of this entry »
I wanted to be Jubilee for Halloween this year. I had to settle on Velma from Scooby Doo. You would not believe how hard it is to find an awesome yellow trench coat. It’ll happen though. Mark my words. Someday.
Anyway, I’ve always liked Jubilee. She was definitely one of my favorite characters on X-Men: The Animated Series. Second only to Rogue, my favorite big-haired, southern twang wielding mutant. You have to keep in mind, that cartoon was probably one of the most influential shows I watched as a child. So when I tell you that I like someone from it, that means I have some major emotional attachments to the character. Because of that, I picked up the first issue of the Wovlerine and Jubilee mini series by Kathryn Immonen with art by Phil Noto.
I’ll be among the first to say that the market has been totally flooded by vampires. It was like there for a while, you couldn’t turn around without seeing some fangs. It invaded my movies, my television, my comics (more so than usual). Like, for instance, the X-Men/vampires story line. And all this time I thought the zombies were Marvel’s thing. Anyway, my point is that Jubilee (void of powers) was turned to a vampire (thus getting different powers) and then she turned Wolverine into a vampire. And that didn’t even last as long as Frankencastle. But Jubilee’s still a vampire, she’s just a vampire with babysitters. So she’s all angst-y and mad at the world for obvious reasons.
This had all the implications of a storyline that was going to suck. (haha punny puns) I was pleasantly surprised. There wasn’t much of a “You just don’t understand” theme, it was more “I just don’t understand”. An understandable response when the powers you’ve grown accustomed to are gone and now you’ve got a thirst for blood and all your friends went from pity to fear. That’s a trait of Immonen’s writing. She understands legitimate character emotion. A lot of writers seem to regurgitate cliched responses in the their writing. Unfortunately, it’s a go-to technique that often pulls me away from the character and, subsequently, the story. That’s not how the brain works. Not everyone is going to play the victim; not everyone is going to rebel. Most importantly, no one is consistent in their responses. Sometimes you just have to be a loose cannon. Sometimes you’re going to use sarcasm and humor as a defense mechanism. And sometimes you’re going to end up in the fetal position in a sea can on a port in Oakland surrounded by dead bodies. Read the rest of this entry »
Have you ever read a book, listened to a band, saw a movie and thought to yourself, “This is completely original.” You may not like what you see/hear, you may love it. At any rate, you can appreciate that what you’re experiencing is so unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It’s refreshing. It’s like a glimpse of light that says things are going to be okay. Creativity isn’t dead. We’re not getting stuck in a rut.
I had that moment today. With Nick Spencer and Christian Ward’s The infitinite Vacation. Holy crap, guys. It’s something else.
Here’s a weak synapsis of the book. We are all familiar with the multiverse? There is an infinite number of alternate realities in which you live. In theory, there’s a you in each one of these worlds (not true in all cases, but roll with me on this). So, we’ve seen characters meander in and out of these realities. Why not make a profit? What if you could essentially time-share your life and purchase some time in other realities? You just travel through reality visiting a different you or living another life.
We meet Mark. A guy that is so underwhelmed by everything that he’s constantly taking another journey through reality. The problem is, he’s noticing that all of the alternative Marks that he has visited, wind up dead shortly thereafter. Nobody seems to care. I’m not even sure Mark does, it’s just something that has him a little shook.
That’s one hell of a plot base. You hear storytellers talking about the delicate balance of the time-space continuum, so it’s never really touched on that this could be a casual encounter. You could move in and out of a reality with the help of a phone app. People are dying though. So obviously, there’s a little more to it than that. Read the rest of this entry »
I try to be fairly optimistic when entering into the entertainment world. I want to enjoy movies. I’d really like to find a new tv show that excites me. I go into a show with all the faith in the world. And it hurts me when I find that I’m experiencing just another soulless, corporate, waste of time.
It’s no big secret that I love superheroes. It would thrill me to no end to have more people share my love; for children to be introduced to characters beyond a Spider and a Bat. So each time I see a new movie or tv show that deals with the idea of masked vigilantes and super villains, I think “Yes! We’re making progress! People will see this and recognize the value and merit of the superhero. This could be the turning point that saves the comic book industry. This could spawn a new generation of creators and readers. Greater success within the live-action sector can only spur more interest in the content!” I think that. Because I am a schmuck that enjoys disappointment.
David Lyons stars as Vince Farraday-a good cop. He’s got a wife and kid. He tries to do the right thing. There are some on the force that have fallen by the wayside. Crooked cops are becoming more and more prevalent. Society has started to turn to privatized protection, more specifically the ARK corporation. When Vince comes aboard this new-style of police force, he soon realizes that they may not be out for the people’s best interests. While attempting to find answers, he is framed for the crimes committed by the murderer known as “Chess”. (Chess is actually Peter Fleming-head of ARK). Vince is pegged as Chess, brought down by ARK, and assumed dead.
Well, guess what. He isn’t dead. He’s rescued by a band of thieving circus misfits. If he makes it known that he isn’t dead, he puts his family in danger. So he does what any desperate man would do. He learns the trade of the circus and throws on a fancy outfit…to fight crime. Naturally. He also meets up with quirky blogger and amateur investigator Orwell, played by Summer Glau.
This show is garbage. The Cape stands as a reaffirmation to the general public that superheroes are silly and childish. I sat in front of the television for the entire two hour premiere, watched a glorified Mercedes Benz commercial and received nothing but an insult to my intelligence. Read the rest of this entry »
When I was but a wee lass, I used to watch these Disney sing-along VHS tapes. They just had the catchy tunes from the old movies/tv shows but they have the words and the bouncing ball. I would watch the crap out of those. One of which had the theme song to the 1957 tv show Zorro. Want your heart to melt? Hear a five-year-old me singing about Zorro. I still do it, but now it’s just annoying.
I watched the The Mask of Zorro in 1998. I don’t actually remember if I watched The Legend of Zorro in 2005. If I did, it obviously didn’t make an impression. Anyway, that’s where Zorro and I parted ways. It wasn’t until today that I had given much of a thought to the masked man. I found myself reading a new Zorro comic, and kids-it was a lot of fun.
Somewhere down in the lovely city of Sydney, Australia is a new independent publisher called Silver Fox Comics. Their debut? A new take on Zorro by Sorab Del Rio. It’s got sex, drugs, supernatural gypsies, the undead, Samurais-everything you need to get my attention. I don’t know too much about classic Zorro, but I know I would have paid more attention if it had more Samurais. Read the rest of this entry »
Do you ever wish that you could have a do-over? Something didn’t work out exactly as you had hoped and you just want to try again? Obviously, it can’t happen but it would be nice. You forgot your anniversary? Do-over. You bombed that job interview? Do-over. You spilled an entire glass of orange juice on your original NES? Do-over. Please, please do-over. Now, those are things that a good-natured person would do, but what if you were crazy and evil? What kind of do-overs would you commit? Why don’t we ask Professor Zoom?
WWPZD? He’d kill you. Right where you stood. It doesn’t matter who you are: he’d want you dead. Or he’d just really mess you up in the head. Because he’s a super villain. It’s what he does.
Flash #8: Reverse-Flash Rebirth is an origin story by Geoff Johns and Scott Kolins. And you’re saying to yourself, “Why in the world do we need another origin story? Is there actually a person out there that hasn’t heard of Wikipedia?” Well, calm down. This is not your mother’s origin story; this is one of the coolest origin stories I’ve ever read. It’s the origin of Eobard Thawne A.K.A. Professor Zoom/Reverse-Flash. But Thawne can go back in time, so he’s constantly rewriting his origin story, tailoring it to his preferences. First we get to see how things originally went down, then we see how he managed to change his history. So instead of going back in time to save that beautiful gaming console, you go back in time to make sure the brother that annoys you was never born. Whoa. Or that the guy that wouldn’t give you a job ended up dying which left his position open for the taking. This is what a crazy person would do. It’s horrific but it’s awesome story-telling. Read the rest of this entry »
Most of you know I get the warm and fuzzies around this time of year. Once December 1st hits, I’m living in a world of Christmas movies, music and decorations. Right up until December 27th and I’m ready to move on. But for now, let’s strap on our jingle bells and get this show on the road.
I’ll be right there along with you if you want to argue that Christmas is just an over-commercialized marketing ploy. It certainly can become so. But that’s really an individual thing, right? Just because I’m taking the credit card for a spin instead of making homemade gifts doesn’t mean I don’t know what it’s all about. I can just accept the fact that no one wants my jar of hot cocoa mix. No one. Not even Santa. But there are hundreds of tales that preach “The True Meaning of Christmas”. Including this one.
It’s the Green Lantern Larfleeze Christmas Special one-shot! I reviewed the DC Christmas Special last year (but this year’s special wasn’t any good). So I’m doing the Green Lantern one this year. Tis the season, baby. This little holiday nugget was written by Geoff Johns, art by Brett Booth and a backup story by our friends over on Tiny Titans Art Baltazar and Franco.
Maybe you don’t know Larfleeze. Maybe you just like reading the sweet, sweet postings of this comic book reader. Bless you, kind person. Remind me to give you a kiss. Larfleeze is the only Orange Lantern. The Lantern of avarice. Or “greed” if you don’t want to be pretentious. He’s a furry muppet-like creature created by Geoff Johns. He lives in a dump. He’s got a little buddy Glomulus (actually a lantern construct that was once a living creature) and he’s just a goofy character.
He gets wind of this new all-knowing, all-seeing Guardian named Santa. He writes his list, he tried to be good all year, he’s left some cookies as a barter for the presents, he’s ready for some gifts. And Santa doesn’t come. That’s right. Santa has denied him his material possessions. And Larfleeze goes on the hunt. After a couple of parade and shopping mall debacles, Green Lantern Hal Jordan shows up and tries to show Larfleeze the true meaning of Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m not a big fan of Black Panther. His whole secluded high-tech village of people with a bunch of resources just never quite connected with me. He’s all high and mighty, super secretive. He’s kind of an asshole. Now, before this gets turned into something racial, I’ll have you know that my BEST friend is a panther. So there.
I do, however, like Daredevil. Did. Before he went crazy. Most recently. So, naturally, I figured I’d give the whole Man Without Fear title a chance to change characters. Matt Murdock has moved on and passed the Hell’s Kitchen guardian torch to T’Challa.
So David Liss is writing while Black Panther assumes a new identity and patrols the street at night. First of all, his way of getting in touch with the land and the people of Hell’s Kitchen is to manage a restaurant? Look, Buddy, I work in the service industry. If you work around these people long enough, you’re going to want to kill them. There’s only so many times you can handle taking somebody’s food back. But he doesn’t care, he’s hunting down a Russian mob boss named Vlad and he’s fighting small crooks to get to the man.
The book fell flat. The “Big Bad” is very stereotypical. Poor immigrant kid made it good in America through crime and becomes a mob boss. The opportunity comes up to run this town and he’s going after it because he’s got the world all figured out. A regular rags to riches story. But dis new guy’s on da street and messin’ up ah plans, see? (Not a very Russian reenactment, I know.)
We kind of get to know T’Challa’s neighbors but not enough to actually care about them. Then one of them gets killed off by Vlad. And who cares? Well, obviously T’Challa seemed to but I sure didn’t. Two meetings in a stairwell does not really make me want to storm the Russian gates with Black Panther. Couldn’t we have waited maybe an issue to make some kind of attempt at emotional connection? Guess not. Now all I can think is maybe that guy should have taken T’Challa up on his self-defense offer. Liss might have this planned out to be one giant emotional roller coaster of interpersonal relationships and this is just the tip of the iceberg. That may happen, but I doubt it. Read the rest of this entry »
Hola lords and ladies! I know it’s been a while since we’ve last chatted, personal commitments and novel work have kept me pretty busy over October and November. Before I hunker back down into novel-mode I thought I’d put out one more e-soapbox rant for you all to enjoy!
We’re quickly heading into the holiday season, oh joy. Nothing fills me with more dread, bile and hatred than the madness of the holiday season. The only real respite is the seasonal movies that can take some of the Xmas rage away. But I’m not talking about ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer’, ‘Frosty the Snowman’ and ‘Santa Claus: The Movie’, movies and specials so disgustingly sweet they make your teeth fall out of your head. No, the following list of holiday movies are for those of us that had our hearts shrink five sizes. Lords and Ladies, I faithfully submit for your enjoyment:
The list of Christmas movies and Specials for the cynic!
1) Santa’s Slay – Wrestler Bill Goldberg stars as a Santa Claus that kills people! The story goes that Santa was a virgin birth produced by Satan and Christmas was a ‘day of slaying’ for him until he was defeated by an angel in a curling match in 1005 and forced to deliver presents to children for the next 1000 years. Well, time’s up on the agreement and Saint Nick goes on a killing spree! It’s up to a crafty kid and his smart-assed grandfather to find a way to bring him down. Any movie that has Santa’s sleigh being pulled by ‘hell-deer’ is worth watching in my book!
2) Black Christmas – This proto-slasher film was directed by Bob Clark (Porky’s, A Christmas Story) and starred Margot Kidder, Olivia Hussey and John Saxon as a group of college students face off against a deranged serial killer that lurks in the attic of their sorority house. This is the story where the now-infamous ‘the calls are coming from inside the house’ trope in later horror films would come from. It even goes against the much later horror stereotype of the virginal college student surviving to the end, as the lone survivor was pregnant and was considering having an abortion. Watch this one with the lights on people!
3) Jack Frost – No, I’m not talking about that Michael Keaton vehicle about the dad who is reincarnated as a snowman to be with his son on Christmas. This Jack Frost is a serial killer being driven to his execution when he is in an accident involving a truck carrying genetic material, mutating Jack into a killer snowman! Featuring the ‘acting’ debut of Shannon Elizabeth, this heckle-worth film will keep you laughing all night long!
4) Dennis Leary’s Merry F*ckin’ Christmas – This one’s really self-explanatory. Dennis hosts a holiday special featuring Charlie Murphy (Eddie’s comic brother), Carmen Electra asking for donations to ‘Tits for Tots’ and The Barefaced Ladies singing holiday classics. This special is always a must-see for me!
5) Die Hard (and Die hard 2) – Yippee-Ki-Yay motherfucker! Bruce Willis’ star making turns as Det. John McLane are the perfect holiday movies! You have terrorists, guns, explosions and Reginald Veljohnson (Carl Winslow from ‘Family Matters’)! What more could you possibly want out of a holiday film!
There you have it, my list of holiday classics to watch with a nice bowl of popcorn and a hot chocolate. Alright lords and ladies, time for me to get back to novel-writing, so this’ll be it until the New Year.
Happy Holidays from Giant Killer Squid and the Asylum!
