V for Vendetta

Yes, yes. I know. I already did a V for Vendetta review. But, um, see, that was actually a review of a BUNCH of different movies. Yes, V for Vendetta was the most prominently featured, but I didn't actually say anything about it, just that Jonesy and Danny were looking forward to seeing it.

So, um, I did that on purpose? Yeah. YEAH! I did that on purpose!

Actually, I did do it on purpose.

Or DID I?

To keep everyone happy, this week's comic focuses exclusively on V for Vendetta. AND there's a new character. A new female character! See?



Maura? Meet your new friends. New friends? Meet Maura!

I'd been thinking about female characters for awhile, but Keith Knight, who draws the excellent K Chronicles, specifically mentioned the lack of non-testosterone-influenced points-of-view. So. For Keef.

Keef refers to himself as "Keef," by the way. I suspect he just might encourage his friends to do the same. To be clear, I'm not implying that we're friends by citing him in such familiar fashion. I've only met him a couple times, and exchanged a few emails with him. He's a cool guy, and he does a killer of a strip. I can only admit that in referring to him as "Keef" I'm hoping that one day, if I get REALLY famous, I can call him "Keef" for real. SIGH!

In the meantime, I'll settle for calling him "Keef" for fake. But do yourself a favor. READ THE K CHRONICLES.

-C.

A Mess o' Movies

I can't tell you how tired I am. Really. I'm too tired to understand how tired I am, and therefore can't tell you.

This is because I managed to squeeze a whole bunch of encapsulated reviews into this week's Popcorn Picnic. I hit Dave Chappelle's Block Party, 16 Blocks, Aquamarine, Madea's Family Reunion, The Hills Have Eyes and Failure to Launch. And . . . ANNNND . . . get this:

I didn't see any of 'em.

How 'bout that, huh? Six reviews of movies (seven, almost), totally unbiased by the movies themselves. Guess I thought I'd take on my characters' personalities, and this week, more than any other since I started the strip, is a weak week for movies.

Actually, I really want to see Dave Chappelle's Block Party. Which is the real reason I didn't want to make fun of it in the strip. The rest of 'em look pretty stinky, though.

With that, I bid thee farewell, waking world.

Whoops! Channeled Neil Gaiman for a sec there.

-Chris

Ultraviolet

For ye faithful:

Thank you for continuing to read Popcorn Picnic despite how late I've been for the last couple of weeks. I work for this magazine, see, and recently -- on a whim -- pitched an illustration for one of the pages. Surprisingly enough, they bit! So despite my utter adoration of the few hundred people currently reading Popcorn Picnic, I had to make that illustration first priority. Because, see, a million people would be seeing it.

Yes, I'm serious. A million.

That alone, of course, couldn't have pulled me away. It also took those three little words every artist wants to hear: CASH-O-LA.

I hope that brief explanation will prompt y'all to forgive my time transgressions. If not, please accept my personal recommendation that whatever you do, come plague, devilish threat, nuclear holocaust, ANYTHING . . . for the love of all you hold holy, do not allow yourself the temptaion of seeing "Ultraviolet." Unless you're particularly fond of ham-fisted, laughter-inducing emotional tripe or TRON-esque special effects.

In all honesty, it may well be the worst movie I've ever seen.