Archive for ‘February, 2012’
This comic, inspired by a suggestion from my friend Dave Johnson, is a sort of tribute to the mockumentary Troll Hunter. In the film, a group of students filming an independent documentary about bear poachings begins following an enigmatic trapper, only to discover that he is a troll hunter.
Troll Hunter is not for the kids–it earns its PG-13 rating with foul Norwegian language (subtitled) and troll attacks violent and frightening enough to give the elementary school set nightmares. For an adult or responsible teenage viewer, however, the movie provides a creative and hilarious twist on the “found footage” format, deriving additional humor from its deconstruction of Norse troll mythology and the protagonists’ questionable decisions. Despite their shortcomings, though, you can’t help pulling for the overconfident student filmmakers, and the movie musters considerable intensity for its climactic scenes. It’s clever and entertaining, and I would recommend it to teens and adults who enjoy bizarre cinema.
If you have forgotten that Karen works for Teri, you would certainly be forgiven.
Here are some alternate endings to Friday’s comic, in which the Mall Information Attendant can give as good as she gets.
I’ve got a guest strip up today at LukeSurl.com! And it’s in color!
Luke Surl is an exceptionally clever cartoonist, and his comics feature fun and witty standalone gags. You should read his stuff!
ALSO! In case you missed it, be sure to check out Bonus Art Bmonday
which is a thinly-veiled plug for the Sketch Comedy Facebook Page. There are sketches! One of them is of James!
CALLBACKS: [insert callbacks here]
[game summary/thoughts, end w/ witty quip]
Also, don’t forget that this week is JBabb’s Post-Super-Bowl Commercial Comics Extravaganza! I can hardly wait to see what he’s got cooked up. Especially if he does a strip about the ad where _________________________.
I enjoy football as much as the next guy. Moreover, I’ll be the first to point out that the game has tactical and strategic depth, and that there are economic, culturo-historical, and political levels to the game: that even as we humans shape the sport, it in turn shapes us. But–as both a creator of and commentator on pop culture–it is my solemn moral responsibility to point out that sometimes football is incredibly, incredibly stupid.
I do this by making up silly names and drawing wizards.