Not content to have delighted gamers worldwide and above all those of Italian origin with Dante’s Inferno, smart asses at Visceral Games/EA are ready to take the video games market by storm with their new announced “masterpiece”: Renzo&Lucia. Inspired by the historical novel I promessi sposi by Alessando Manzoni, Renzo&Lucia makes use of the most modern gaming technologies to bring back to life the dull novel we all forcedly read at the school times. And frankly speaking by looking at the following fake (author unknown) I don’t know if I have to laugh or cry. Anyway I hope EA won’t really pick up the idea, ’cause they have already proved to be capable of doing everything…
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After all I enjoyed Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, so that I went to see the movie twice in a row. And I feel a bit ashamed about that, considering that if you actually remove the robots and their clashes this movie has practically nothing worth saving. I have never liked Michael Bay that much, but maybe comic author Stefano “TheSparker” Conte has gone too far in making him face even the two main protagonists of Transformers world.
What can I say: if there is a series that always repeats itself, with no thrills or continual stylistic variations this surely isn’t Karma Kula! After the first two episodes full of swordfighting and the third chapter with an horror/mysticism setting, on June the Bellord family and all the crew that made the live action project annihilates any possible expectation by releasing another surprise, a sort of hallucinated journey among strange characters and situations that are far beyond the boundary of insane humour.
Waiting to make comics as a full-time job, Stefano “TheSparker” Conte is doing other things and has widely slowed down the time devoted to the creation of his funny comic strips. Nevertheless the author doesn’t forget the fondness that paper characters need and returns, from time to time, to update his series with the usual mocking verve and the will to rag the childhood myths of who grew up in front of the TV screen during the Seventies and the Eighties.
Well, actually if you leave out the evidently superior sharpness of the drawings (”as meant to be by the authors”, one says in these occasions) there isn’t much of new after all. Whatever it is, the most yellow America’s family updated its transmissions to the oddities of technology evolution, and on the past Sunday Fox aired the first high-definition episode (in 720p) provided with a complete rewrite of the notorious opening sequence of the show.
While the humorists are discussing about comedy in the age of Barack Obama, the senator elected as an Internet star even before that 44th President of the United States hasn’t took long to become the subject of a good number of quality strips available on the web. Waiting for January 20, the fatal date in which the new commander in chief of the USA declining superpower will move to the White House, Obama is being busy by opening his direct line with the netizens thanks to the weekly address posted on YouTube, writing back (or letting the others do it for him) to an 8 years old teenager letter, coming to the nanometric scale and by obtaining even the Homer Simpson’s endorsement in the most pert American tv show.
The title is somewhat weirdo, I know, but at this time by night I can’t possibly regain that much among the neurons I’ve got still active and so here it is. At bottom the strips are two but the story is always the same, that is the Great Lie of appearance that makes some poor devils to invent any kind of pretext to cover the misery of a poor existence to the others’ eyes, and make others to rag entire nations pulling off money from the taxpayers, with the excuse of having to save the ass of licensed thieves working in the Stock Market.
If there’s something that is clear to anyone would have just washed his feet in the Internet ocean, it’s that in the so-called information society what is never absent are the debate cues, the (exactly) information sources and the events worth of citing. The possible suggestions, indeed, abound, and the problem isn’t to find them but to make a selection and put together the most interesting ones.
Sunday afternoon, as usual I’ve eaten too much at dinner and my neurons are hard at carbureting. In TV there are the Olympic Games, Internet throws up to me the usual information overload and I’m in need of some touch of spirit to straighten myself out and to avoid to put my ass on the sofa snoring. In two words I need a comic, but a genial one
Profiting by the summer heat and by a positive astral conjuncture, Stefano “TheSparker” Conte has resumed work on his comics, has granted a deserved vacation to Tired Mask (which doesn’t engage himself too much yet, to say the truth) and has decided to bring forward the still embryonic series of Myth Clots.
I’m an atheistic, and I don’t complain. I feel disgust for the TV, and I don’t complain. The problem is that in the Italy of 2008 there are so many watching TV yet, and in my life I’ve never been able to have a decent talk with someone mantled of his own faith in some sort of religion or preternatural deity without the feeling of beein ragged or, worse, treated like a pariah by which feels like an holder of a superior truth.
For who already knows about him, our “hero” is a consolidated passion which doesn’t need any other consideration. For the others I think it would be proper a short presentation worthy of the fame of the most anticonventional hero ever delivered by a cartoonist mind…
After the flattery with vitriol - as someone has correctly observed - that has let me unload the toxins piled up in this 45 days, I think it’s time to begin acting serious. And hence to pass from seriousness to laugh, at least for tonight