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...work. If you are an oblivious film executive working with any kind of film, you get yourself a strong script, a talented director and a stellar cast, maybe inject a load of mind-blowing effects, and you have yourself a blockbuster. If you are trying to get a Marvel franchise off the ground, you might need a little something extra—and that little something is what will make Spider-Man succeed when other comics-based films have the unfortunate habit of landing belly-side down at the box office. For every Blade or X-Men, which made...
Until recently, Marvel Comics failed in every attempt to bring its roster of superheroes to the big screen. The Fantastic Four flopped somewhere in the 1980s, as did Captain America and The Punisher. Executives in the world of comics and the world of film scratched their heads. Marvel comics were popular. What had gone wrong...
...coolest bar, perched on the second floor of a gorgeous teakwood shophouse overlooking the Nam Khan river in Thanon Kingkitsalat. Paper lanterns cast a gentle glow over cushions scattered invitingly about the polished wooden floor, as a mix of funk and trip-hoppy sounds filter from the speakers. Marvel at the collection of old National Geographics lining the upstairs walls or browse in the secondhand bookshop downstairs...
Spiderman has a big unitard to fill. Soundtracks for movies featuring Marvel characters have been clever, innovative and satisfying to date. Blade II succeeds in continuing the tradition of matching mutant-related subject matter with a recombinant-genre soundtrack. The album delivers an impressive list of strange bedfellows: Hip-hop heavyweights including Eve, Cypress Hill and the Roots overlay samples from Fatboy Slim, Moby, Groove Armada and others. The result is bound to entice and entertain both curious and skeptical listeners...
...more importantly, their military escorts. Impeccably mannered, neatly dressed, well-spoken military men and women flood the patio while the congressmen swill rum punch. A naval attaché takes me under her wing and introduces me to all the “right people” as I marvel at her grace, strength, presence and poise. Later in the summer, I wait by the side of the road for a bus back to La Paz Centro from Managua. As a van full of U.S. Marines drive by, they slow and salute their fellow American (me!) through the windows. I glow...