Generally, I’m a Marvel girl. It’s nothing personal, really, I just find the cast of characters more interesting. The lynchpin has always been the DC cornerstones of Superman and Batman–Superman with his super irritating clean-cut incessant goody-two shoes bumbling and butt chin (I HATE a ridiculous cartoon cleft chin cliche throwback to 1950’s Cary Grantism) and Batman’s Mary Poppins belt of bottomless implausible one-trick devices coupled with the world’s least sensical costuming choice. BUT. . . I’ve been turning over a new leaf.
My kid got me watching The Arrow on Netflix about a month ago and I like it. Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t changed my life or my comic realm religion or anything, but it rolled in like a wave and filled a lull that had developed in my entertainment life. It helped me make it through the grey of January when I was forced to run on the dreadmill and was a delightful weekend binge when I was snowed in. It turns out that The Arrow was a gateway series and I am about to ride out the rest of the winter stealing away quiet moments to sit alone in a corner with my iPad sneaking in The Flash (Oh, Barry, you hot derpy thing!!!) then again, Marvel DID just pipe in with badass Jessica Jones. . . . decisions, decisions.
The universe doesn’t want to stop pushing, it seems, and when I was at Costco last, the new 1000 piece jigsaws were all DC cover art so I bought a pack with one vintage Superman and one Batman. As far as I’m concerned, in the dead of winter, when you don’t want to put on lipstick and brave the frigid and when your couch beckons, a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle is pretty much the most fun to be had with your clothes on. A vintage comic book one? Heavenly.
To top off the ceaseless morningwood back poking of the DC Universe, last evening, while waiting for Deadpool to start in the theater, I was blasted with the trailer for the new Suicide Squad movie coming out in August. Suicide. Squad. Movie. With Will Smith as Deadshot, people. I was planning to toodle around Europe somewhere with my kids for the month of August, but now I have some serious decisions to make.
To conclude–fine, DC, FINE. I’ll like you, too.