by Eden
We all know how this story ends, even if we don’t know the details. Released not that long after Lou Gehrig died, The Pride of the Yankees (1942, directed by Sam Wood) is less of a biopic and more of a tribute.
Happy Opening Day! It’s officially baseball season, with all the ups and downs that come with being a baseball fan (and since I’m a Nationals fan, that’s mostly downs, sadly). To celebrate baseball season this year, I’ve decided to watch a baseball movie every week. I’m starting with Up the River from 1930.
Marry Me was essentially conceived as a movie. Crosby has more or less said that, pointing to how the early web address for the comic was MarryMeMovie.com. All of that is fine — it’s a great pitch for a 90-minute rom-com.
I want to be honest about not being a particular fan of Adrian Tomine. I liked the collection of his Optic Nerve minis, 32 Stories, but everything after that has left me cold. His art is good, if a little stiff sometimes, but it also feels like it’s too closely copying fellow cartoonists who inspired him. Likewise, his stories don’t feel like they’re populated by real people.
The Kitchen, written by Ollie Masters, with art by Ming Doyle and colors by Jordie Bellaire, definitely feels like it was another case of being conceived as a screenplay first and then adapted into a comic to sell the film rights. Except worse than that, it feels like the outline of a screenplay.