With a technical exception or two, this
will be a Star Wars-free post.
A number of friends have already seen
it, of course. One saw it in 3-D the first night, then came back
hours later to see it in 2-D (What time is the 1-D screening,
I resisted the temptation to ask.) Seriously, he was like a
13-year-old with a Visa card. Everyone should be as happy as he was
the next day. And I guess I do envy him, at least a little, for the innocent fun he's having. I
remember vividly when and where I saw the first three movies. I think
I remember where I saw the first prequel, but I'm not even sure I saw
the next two in the theater rather than on cable. (Here's the
definitive,
but NSFW, take on those, to which I can add nothing.) Ruben
Bollings slipped in this morning because I can relate to his multi-generational take, which is more about fans and history than about
the movie. And while I have some confidence in J.J. Abrams, at least for
the first film in a reboot series or the first season of an
appointment-TV series, the relentless water-torture hype and
merchandising
of this thing has been too much for even my cynical soul – which is
why Jen Sorenson also got in under the wire. I'll probably
wait to catch it, one way or another, until next year.
And the latest well-hidden Democratic
presidential debate was last night, so the only way any cartoonists
could have anything out this morning was to respond to the furor
about the DNC's database screw-up and the temporary lock-out of the
Sanders campaign (and the fact that the story, rather than getting
handled quietly in-house inexplicably
found its way into the mainstream media). And that story is too
twisty-turny for anyone to get a good bead on it so early on. (Although Gary Varvel got out of the gate early with his general take on the process.)
So put those together and you won't be
surprised that this is sort of a scattershot day. I'm working on
making the p3 Sunday toon reviews more thematically unified,
but this isn't going to be one of those weeks where that works very
well. Blame it on the season. I vaguely recall Aristotle saying that
every great category system inevitably involves one category that
amounts to None of the Above. This may be a NotA week.
Today's toons were selected from among
the week's offerings standing in line outside the local multiplex at
McClatchy DC,
Cartoon Movement, Go
Comics, Politico's
Cartoon Gallery, Daryl
Cagle's Political Cartoons, About.com,
and other fine sources of toony goodness.
p3 Picks of the week: Mike
Luckovich, Gary Varvel, Scott
Stantis, Darrin
Bell, Tom
Toles, Lisa
Benson, Dan
Wasserman, Jeff
Danziger, Matt
Wuerker, and Monte
Wolverton.
p3 Best of Show: Ted
Rall.
p3 Legion of Merit: Robert
Ariail.
p3 Award for Best Adaptation from
Another Medium (tie): Pat
Bagley and R.
J. Matson.
Ann Telnaes looks at Cruz's
new path to the nomination.
Mark Fiore says, "You keep
using
that word 'compromise.' I do not think it means what you think it
means." Oh, and by the way, Ted: Shut
up. Really.
Tom Tomorrow imagines a
world where the laws of cause and effect no longer apply!
Keith Knight is
right: Anyone who would say "We
must not react out of hatred against those who have no sense"
is worthy of remembrance.
Reuben Bolling gets
what happens when
a pop culture cult goes on for 40 years.
Red Meat's Ted Johnson confronts
his wife. I'm not sure which is more disturbing: the limits of
the turtle-shell analogy, or the thought that he's been trained to
stay awake long enough to trigger a psychotic episode.
The Comic Strip Curmudgeon digs
into a strip so depressing
it beggars the name "funnies."
Comic Strip of the Day tells the
story of how
a 14-year-old film reviewer got to see That Movie two days
before you did.
Dis is a day for peace on Oit!
We're featuring "Seasin's
Greetinks!", directed in 1933 by Dave Fleischer with animation
by Seymour Kneitel and Roland Crandall, just to piss Bill O'Reilly
off (although Popeye does call his gift to Olive "a Christmas
presink" and Bluto does wish Popeye "Merry Christmas"
right before he sucker-punches him). Uncredited: Musical direction
by Sammy Timberg, and voice work by Billy Costello (Popeye), William
Pennell (Bluto), and Bonnie Poe (the Slender One). The music Olive
skates to is "The Skaters Waltz" (Der
Schlittschuhläufer-Walzer), composed in 1882 by Émile Waldteufel.
But you probably knew that already. Season's greetings to youse all!
The Oregon Toon Block Awakens! (See
what I did there?)
Ex-Oregonian Jack Ohman
celebrates the possibility of clearing
the air.
Very Likely Ex-Oregonian Jen
Sorensen articulates
the popular rage (or at least articulates my rage, which is just
as good because, you know, it's my blog).
Matt Bors serves
up one of the
darkest toons to make me laugh out loud in quite a while. Not
sure what to think about that.
Jesse Springer reflects on the
problems of a
seller's market.
Test your toon captioning mojo at The
New Yorker's weekly caption-the-cartoon
contest. (Rules here.)
And you can browse The New Yorker's cartoon gallery here.
The p3 Sunday Comics Read-Along:
Pearls
Before Swine, Doonesbury,
Rhymes with Orange, Zits,
Adam @ Home, Mutts,
Over the
Hedge, Get
Fuzzy, Prince
Valiant, Blondie,
Bizarro, Mother
Goose & Grimm, Rose
is Rose, Luann,
Hagar
the Horrible, Pickles,
Rubes, Grand
Avenue, Freshly
Squeezed, The Brilliant Mind
of Edison Lee, and Jumble.
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