An excellent essay examining why Lex Luthor is utterly awesome, and may yet give the Joker and Dr. Doom alike runs for their money when it comes to the title of "greatest supervillain ever."
"Other villains fight men. Luthor is, when you get down to brass tacks, a man trying to fight God." I love it. I used to struggle in my attempts to hold Lex up as one of the true all-time greats just because of the conflicting takes on the character, but Mr. Bird makes the astute observation that those conflicting versions are all essential to the character. Amazing.
That said, he may or may not be simplistic or mistaken in his assessment of Dr. Doom. The jury's still out on that debate. Plus, I can think of a certain someone who might take issue with her Joker comments, but that's a whole other post entirely. His points on Sexy Lexy still stand.
Looks like that cold/sore throat I'd been fighting off for the past two weeks finally kicked in, just in time for me to sleep in, relax, catch up on my Netflix (on the pile today: MISHIMA, HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER, and POINT BLANK), and plot and plan my next big move.
Once things gel a bit more, expect a rather huge and possibly insane announcement for how I plan to spend the next four or five months. Hell, if things pull together like I'm planning, all of 2009 is going to be glorious madness on levels that would put Arkham Asylum and Sparta alike to shame.
"Other villains fight men. Luthor is, when you get down to brass tacks, a man trying to fight God." I love it. I used to struggle in my attempts to hold Lex up as one of the true all-time greats just because of the conflicting takes on the character, but Mr. Bird makes the astute observation that those conflicting versions are all essential to the character. Amazing.
That said, he may or may not be simplistic or mistaken in his assessment of Dr. Doom. The jury's still out on that debate. Plus, I can think of a certain someone who might take issue with her Joker comments, but that's a whole other post entirely. His points on Sexy Lexy still stand.
Looks like that cold/sore throat I'd been fighting off for the past two weeks finally kicked in, just in time for me to sleep in, relax, catch up on my Netflix (on the pile today: MISHIMA, HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER, and POINT BLANK), and plot and plan my next big move.
Once things gel a bit more, expect a rather huge and possibly insane announcement for how I plan to spend the next four or five months. Hell, if things pull together like I'm planning, all of 2009 is going to be glorious madness on levels that would put Arkham Asylum and Sparta alike to shame.