Ok, so Rob Liefeld actually got on a message board and asked this question: Do you yell at your Liefeld comics? (wha?)

The thread went on for 30+ pages, and this is the best quote.

rob liefeld
Do You Yell at Your Liefeld comics?
Just curious.I'm wondering if some if not most of you square up your shoulders when encountering a Liefeld comic on the shelves of your local retailer and unleash spit filled diatribes fully expressing your anger.So, be honest, do you yell at your Liefeld comics? rob

Aaron_W
I roll them into a tube and have sex with them. But I still don't buy them.



Here is a perfect example of Liefeld hideousness, just because no one asked for it.

"Codependence is a disease which involves the being's emotional defense system being dysfunctional to the extent that it breaks our hearts and destroys our ability to Love and be Loved, wounds our souls by denying us access to our Self, and scrambles our minds so thoroughly that it causes our minds to become our own worst enemies."
(Codependence: The Dance of Wounded Souls)

He says i won't say no anyway, so why should he even ask first? I say he should give me the option, at least figurativly, of saying no to having people in my house. He says, they aren't just people, they are his parents. I say, they are not my parents.

Saw the new Bond last night (Casino Royale). It was a rough around the edges, tense, ego-driven Bond, but most unfortunately, a post-modern Bond with a heart, and feelings even! We are presented with a sort of What If scenario in regards to Bond's early career days in the killing business; What if Bond was really human, what if Bond fell in love, what if Bond wasn't a debonair assassin when he started out, what if we looked at Bond as what he would be if he were real - a sociopath, what if the betrayal of a single woman wiped the last of his "soul" from the slate, laying the way for the Bond that we know, the man who personifies male imperitives; the survival instinct and the instinct to spread his seed.

Bond is above this type of psychoanalysis; he is an archetype of, as one reviewer put it "fevered testosterone dreams". To delve into any kind of deeper analysis of the character is to misinterpret the meaning of his existence, and hence, to eradicate what makes him the Bond that Ian Fleming intended.

The most striking thing to me however was the lack of action. I'm not saying there wasn't ANY, but good god, a full half hour of the movie is devoted to tense stares and macho manuverings over a poker table! There were a few ridiculous albeit entertaining chase sequences, but nothing to really wow, and the torture sequence was just bizarre and uncomfortably arousing (yes, that is probably a personal problem that i should seek professional help for).

Bottom line; enjoyably stupid movie, and Daniel Craig is perfect in the role that was written for him, but this is not a Bond movie.