Open Magazine have a preview of tomorrow’s festivities at the Shoreditch Shuffle, for which we took this photo at rehearsal last night. Mary couldn’t make rehearsal as she was recording smash hit pop songs, but she’ll be at the gig. So thurr.
HBO are doing Preacher!
This is not from that. This is from the aborted movie. A TV show makes so much more sense, shit.
Robert Rodriguez might be directing!
HOWEVER.
It’s being developed by Daredevil and Ghostrider director Mark Steven Johnson. Daredevil was the shittiest comic book movie I ever saw. I didn’t bother with Ghost Rider. Anyone see that?
Preacher, if you don’t know, was a comic book written by Garth Ennis about a Texan preacher literally trying to find God, who abandoned His creation because he was a pussy. He’s accompanied by, amongst others, a hard drinking Irish vampire who looks like Shane McGowan, and his shit kicking, marxman girl friend. Oh, and that guy up there, who tried to suicide himself ala Cobain. It’s ace. I read a bit of it when I was slumming in Liverpool for a bit as a teenager. Colin sent me a load of it recently and I’ve been really enjoying it.
So, I know we are mainly of the opinion that Watchmen will be, um, Not As Good As The Comic, but if this picture is anything to go by, it is at least sticking encouragingly close to the source material.
Come on! How ill is that?
Oh, I saw Indy 4 the other day and I thought it was grayte. Considering it concerned collective consciousness, lost civilizations and aliens, its as if Stephen Spielberg has been drawing from the same well as me. Well, of course he has, that’s the point. Silly me.
In other entertainment news, Batman 677 is out now and it owns. Grant Morrison’s run on this title has been a slow burner, but it just exploded. I haven’t enjoyed a Batman comic this much since The Killing Joke.
OK. Click Clack Blam remix in a few hours.
“Rah, rah, rah, we’re going to rule the world”
Boris Johnson, back in the day.
So, I ventured out my house yesterday to go see Park Chan-Wook, the guy who did Oldboy’s new movie, I’m A Cyborg But That’s OK. It was dope! A very beautiful, off-center love story set in a sanitarium. Starring a thief and cyborg. Who shoots bullets out of her fingers. Sort of. Which is dope. Oh, and she was called Young Goon, which is the best rap name I’ve heard all year.
Anyway. On the way back I saw the cover of one of those free London papers, the slightly-less blatantly evil one called, um, The London Paper. It had a headline that went something like
FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR CITY, VOTE!
Basically saying we should give a shit about the London Mayoral elections. It went on to blather in some miserable depth about how their editorial stance was totally non-bias. This was especially funny, as the article was illustrated by a photo of but TWO of the candidates.
Yes, even here, in The Grayte Mayoral Race, the press enforce the two-party scam.
We have to choose between a proven scumbag called Ken, and a proven scumbag called Boris. Boris is a better name, and dude has better hair, so he kind of wins. That’s it. They are both liars, frauds, swine of the highest, nay, LOWEST degree. They will both continue to March us into the fiery pits of the Rubbish Orwellian Control State with all the merry glee of a pair of well fed concentration camp guards.
Brian Paddick, who doesn’t get to have his picture on the front of the non-biased London Paper, once said he was in favour of anarchy. I might have voted for him, had I actually been on the electoral roll, which I am totally not, for personal reasons involving debt collectors, or if I gave two shits about the circus antics of SCUMCORP-repping politicios.
How about you lot? Anyone vote? Give a crap in the slightest? Stay home playing GTA4 (you bastards!)?
The evolution of AkiraTheDon.com continues - we have now got a super smart new photo gallery. Click that pink thing up top. OR! Scroll down a bit and look on the right. See that? DOPE NO?
Dope yes!
Those photos were taken by Rachel. It doesn’t say that yet. It will though.
More photos on route!
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Discovery of the day: Plies’ real name is Algernod.
