On Christian Bale, Kurt Russell, and Jessica Alba’s ta-tas
My new column is up on the Maisonneuve’s new website. (I’m not a fan of the redesign, but whatever.) I wrote about all of the superhero movies this summer: Batman Begins, Fantastic Four, and Sky High. I have a weakness (or affliction) for superheroes–even the Invisible Woman, even with Jessica Alba playing her–so I had a great time at the movies over the last couple months. Coincidentally, I’m selling all of my comic books on eBay. Not because I don’t love my superheroes anymore. But I don’t need to keep around copies of Power Pack and West Coast Avengers to prove my love. I will, however, never part with my copy of X-Men #137 — the final chapter of “The Phoenix Saga.” I scrimped and saved and bought it when I was 11. It’s close to my heart. I was, to say the least, flabbergasted and flumoxed when Seth didn’t bat an eye when Zach brought his copy of #137 to a charity auction. (Ya know, on The O.C.) He just gave it away. I screeched when I saw that. By the way, I also screeched when I saw Chris Evans in Fantastic Four. Mmm.