Deja Doom

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Oh good heavens…are we all trapped in Hell, where we have to relive things over and over again, until we’re forgiven and allowed to pass into purgatory?  Didn’t we just go through all this “back in the day” stuff?  In fact–isn’t Pete’s dialogue in panel two an exact repetition of what he said before?  (I’d look it up, myself, but I’m starting to feel a distinct aversion to going through old Funky Winkerbean strips.  Life being short and all.)

How much padding does Tom Batiuk need to get to that 50th anniversary?  Wait–don’t answer that!

Well, since we must, I’m guessing the answer is…a lot.

As for today’s day-old bread, again, I posit thus:  that Pete here is merely a clerk-typist, tasked with putting the real screenwriter’s handwritten notes into proper script format.   After all, he’s never been to a script meeting, and none of the producers have ever come by to chat about the project, even though he’s in the same building and everything.

I think he was hired because Mason wanted to do Cindy a favor, and CME thought Mason was valuable enough that he could be indulged a bit.  But when they got his first draft, things went sour (“What the hell is this about sponges?  And clones of sponges?  And why does Starbuck Jones have so many soliloquies railing against short-sighted editors?”) and he was quietly moved out of the writer’s chair into something more attuned to his abilities.

As for Darin, I have no idea why he’s even here.  Storyboards are typically done when there’s a reasonably final version of the script in place; there’s no point in paying someone to draw out sequences that may never be passed out of committee, let alone see the light of film.  (Particularly for a firm that produces cable-TV movies, most of which are cancelled.)

That sort of thing is nowadays called “pre-visualization” and I think it’s beyond Darin’s abilities–after all, you have to imagine something that works, rather than assuming failure right out of the gate, and no one from Westview has that talent.

Survival Of The Fleshiest

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Sigh. So THIS is what the last week’s worth of incoherent babbling and story-avoidance was all about…it was all about getting to Sunday so he could show off the latest fantasy comic book title that slowly oozed from his tortured comic book-fractured mind. It all almost kind of makes a certain degree of “sense” now. Relatively speaking, of course.

The cover itself isn’t so bad or anything, but that insert bubble is downright baffling. What’s so “exotic” about it? So it was all Brady’s idea? How does this have anything to do with the Starbuck Jones film? If you want the readers to see a particular character as a “wacko”, shouldn’t you actually show said character doing wacky things? You would assume that eventually these two stories would come together in some sort of way but nope, one went in this direction while the other one just kind of sat there doing nothing which IMO sort of defeats the entire purpose of the whole thing. If there even was a purpose, that is.

Taking It in Stride

SosfDavidO here, just calling up an old, time-honored box-office bomb tradition to get things moving in today’s strip. Apparently the script isn’t going so well, which is forcing rewrites, which is causing Pete and Darin to have to (I assume) redo the storyboards.

That’s right, after 60+ some issues of Starbucks Jones, Hollywood still doesn’t have enough material to crap out a halfway decent movie.

I’m not too sure who is shouting “What!?” here but it’s not like Pete or Darin exactly had a lot going on before they flew out to Hollywood to work as storyboarders on a movie. Darin especially. Maybe as a greenhorn he’s only getting paid in the “exposure” working on a film would bring but it still has to beat living in Ohio in November.

Happy Endings

Jon loves happy endings. Ugh. I’m going to walk away from my keyboard, enjoy my Friday night and try to not think too much about the visual that Jon’s reference gives me in today’s strip.

And, whoa. Did Jon even think to mention to Holly that all of the Starbucks Jones comics were already collected into an affordable, easy-to-purchase digest? Or was he too blinded by the dollar signs in his eyes every time Holly reached for her purse?

The Pit of Man’s Fears

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I like things like photography, horror movies and cats, but those likings are not deep, obsessive interests–the kind that I talk about all the time, or am constantly steering the conversation toward–so this whole week has left me a little baffled.  I’m trying to imagine a child of mine coming up to me, showing me the engagement ring he’s bought, and my response is something like–

“Wow, cool!  Did you meet her through a camera club?  What kind of camera does she own, and what kind of pictures does she like to take?  Is she a Nikon or a Canon person?  How many pictures of cats has she taken?”

I’d be much more interested in what she’s like, how they met, are you sure about this, are you prepared to start a family, when can I meet her–all without throwing in anything about cameras or cats.   And adding my sincere congratulations and wishes for happiness.  That’s generally how these things work.

Not Holly.  All she can talk about are comic books, comic books, comic books.  As I said earlier, she has a mild interest in her son’s future, but it’s nothing to the torch she carries for comic books.  That doesn’t seem very healthy to me.  After having comic books relentlessly thrown in my face by this strip, I will reluctantly concede that it’s fine to have an interest in them, but unless you’re connected to the industry, a 24/7 love-fest is not a life.  Fat, drunk, and comic-book-obsessed is no way to go through life, son (if I may borrow a quote).

I’m guessing that Chester’s geyser of ecstasy is supposed to make him look ridiculous, but it comes across a bit hypocritical given the fury Holly displayed earlier–and her lackadaisical response to an upcoming massive change in Cory’s life.   Yeah, that Chester sure looks silly, Mr. Batiuk, but…physician, heal thyself.

Here’s a picture of my cat.  I took it with a Nikon after watching a horror DVD.  See, two can play that game.