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Why Marvel Beats DC Comics

Marvel and DC Comics have been rivals since what seems like the beginning of time. The two alone have been responsible for priceless and iconic parts of our American culture and have even helped to shape our childhoods in countless ways. Nearly everyone has heard of Spiderman and or Batman and nowadays, nearly everyone has seen at least one superhero film. With huge projects such as Avengers: Infinity War coming up and the recently released Justice League, it seems like the rivalry between Marvel and DC is more intense than ever. However, with some of DC Comics’ latest films bombing out, some are starting to question if there even is a competition between Marvel and DC anymore. With films like Thor: Ragnarok and Black Panther being as wild of a success as they’ve been, Marvel Studios seems to have quite a plan for success while DC Comics’ future seems to be a little shaky. Although some of their single films have been very successful (Man Of Steel and Wonder Woman), their team-ups have been received with mixed reactions. With this in mind, here are two main reasons for why Marvel seems to be winning over DC Comics.

Flawed Characters
The first and foremost reason would be Marvel’s seemingly infinite library of flawed characters. When writing and developing comic book characters, both Stan Lee and Jack Kirby put a strong emphasis on creating characters that were flawed in nature, hence making them more interesting and relatable. Characters such as Wolverine and Iron Man clearly have strong emotional issues and because of this, we as viewers are more inclined to connect with the character on screen. While some of DC Comics’ characters are flawed in nature such as Batman, the Flash, Superman, and the Joker, the rest of their characters seem to be nothing more than one-dimensional super-powered individuals. On the other hand, nearly every one of Marvel’s characters has a specific emotionally driving point that determines their every decision. The loss of Tony Stark’s parents, the death of Peter Quill’s mother, a seventy-year time gap for Steve Rogers, the betrayal of a brother, the death of a father, and loss of an eye for Thor. Each of these characters and more has been bruised and beaten, yet through this, they battle on which in turn makes their triumph all the more rewardable.

The Catchup Game
The second and probably final reason would be Marvel’s “in it for the long haul” attitude. Since the first Iron Man film, Marvel has clearly been developing and executing a long-term strategy for their cinematic universe. With each new film, they lay another brick atop the already amazing studio and gain new success and fans. Avengers: Infinity War, for example, has taken almost a decade to become a reality while DC Comics attempted to replicate this with Justice League in just under five years. As a result of this, Justice League was more of a mess of heroes facing a villain of absolutely no interest rather than an awe-inspiring superhero team-up. On the other hand, their single superhero films such as Man Of Steel and Wonder Woman seem to be doing just fine. Why? Because in each of these films, the audience was able to develop a relationship with a singular character along with a supporting cast instead of wondering whether or not they liked a character that was just introduced five minutes ago. Through Marvel Studios’ long-term plan, they’ve created a roster of characters who are well developed and well connected. By the time a two and a half hour superhero team-up rolls around, audiences are already prepared and are neither underwhelmed or overwhelmed.

And there you have it. The two main reasons for Marvel Studios’ wild success over DC Comics. However, if there’s another reason you can think of, or you simply want to share your own opinions, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments below! I look forward to hearing what you have to say.

Avengers: Infinity War releases on April 27, 2018, while DC Comics’ Aquaman will be released sometime later in the same year.

Posted in Poems

Silent Mouth

At this time
I have no words
No words for you I have
My thoughts are fleeting like the birds
And my memory’s cut in half
I know that this must sound absurd
I’m sorry on creativity’s behalf
But my mind is tired, lost, and blurred
Like a sinking, ocean raft
I sit here now
With a silent mouth
Not knowing what to say
I’m scattered and spread from north to south
Just soaking up the rain
In my head, I know the dread
Of a mentally slow decay
But my heart is led, what’s to be said?
I won’t be another cliche
Why make a speech?
And sound like a leech
Off the kindness others give
Why must you beseech?
To make my soul breached
For in silence I wish to live
When it is time, my hands they will reach
And myself I shall forgive
But for now, I shall sit
Observing the it
Searching myself from within

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Jessica Jones Season 2 Review

To watch the Jessica Jones Season 2 Review on YouTube, scroll to the bottom of the article.

Allow me to begin by expressing my deep disappointment in the second installment of the Jessica Jones series by saying that I found it to be uninteresting, unnecessary, and a complete waste of the characters’ time. While in the first season, the plot slowly built towards one singular event, the second season didn’t seem to build up to any specific arch and in the end, I just felt disappointed in the characters and the choices they made. Jessica Jones herself remains to be the only one that held any high intrigue, but even that slowly faded as the second season drug on. Without any further ado, I shall explain why I think this as I myself have just finished bingeing the entire first season. For those of you who have yet to have the privilege, do keep in mind that the following article will contain spoilers.

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My first and utmost complaint would be the season’s ending. After discovering Jessica’s mother was still alive, I was definitely interested because it seemed to crack the boarded-up door of Jessica Jones’ soul. But after this startling revelation, there seemed to be a lot more standing around and talking rather than actual consequences. At the end of the season, Jessica accepts her mother only to have her shot by her best friend, who, may I remind you, relapsed into drug addiction. However, Trish wasn’t even high or “enhanced” at this point in the final episode. She was simply further f’ing up her so-called best friend’s life. This turn of events made absolutely no sense. When Patsy “Trish” Walker was using Simpson’s inhaler, her mind was clearly being altered for the worse. But when she made the extremely stupid and hurtful decision of killing Jessica’s mother, she wasn’t high, she wasn’t drunk, she wasn’t enhanced by an ex-boyfriend’s government inhaler. She was simply Trish. And the Trish Walker I know and love from the first season of Jessica Jones would have never killed, let alone considered killing, Jessica Jones’ mother. There simply wouldn’t have been a choice. This supposed “plot twist” of season two made absolutely no sense. I would have rathered Kilgrave walk out from behind a fair game and say “Hey, Jessica, it’s me! That stupid doctor friend of your mother’s brought me back to life and here I am to f you up again!”
Honestly, this would have made much more sense rather than turning Trish Walker into a cold-blooded murderer. Or maybe if the show had built up to that particular aspect of herself a little more, it would have made more sense. But instead, we went from Trish in a hospital with an IV bag to Trish in a fairground with a gun. It simply didn’t make sense in the context of the show.
My second complaint about the second season would be the lack of an actual villain. For the first half of Season 2, the viewers view Alisa Jones as the villain, along with IGH’s own Dr. Koslov. We have someone against which to root and about which to be curious. Throughout the entire first season of Jessica Jones, I was constantly wondering who Kilgrave was and why he was so damn interested in Jessica. And around episode’s eight and nine, I mostly understood. Yet by this point, so many other events were set in motion that I had to stick around to find out what happened next. But in the latest installment, you pretty much fully understand who Alisa Jones is (Jessica’s mother) and why she’s been doing what she’s doing by episode eight. And then that was it. Trish’s actions of wanting to be super-powered were disconnected from the events in Jessica’s life and only seemed to set her mother’s inner rage monster off. The rest of the season was just a series of things happening and emotions flying around. There was no main agenda, there was no driving point. It was just a mess of screwed up character’s acting on instinctual levels. And while a villain wouldn’t have made the show perfect, it certainly would have given it a stronger backbone.
My third and probably final legitimate complaint would be Jessica’s seeming acceptance of everything that had happened at the end of the season. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely believe in closure and forgiving oneself. But if your best friend killed your mother, no matter how complicated the situation, it would definitely leave a scar. And yet Jessica seemed to improve instead of getting worse. Remember, this a woman who drinks boos, bangs guys, and faces her problems head-on by continually punching them in the head until they’re unconscious. And yet her best friend kills her dead mother, and in response, Jessica lets her go and proceeds not to beat the s**t out of her when Trish visits her apartment. Then she goes on to talk about living her life when her mother just f’ing died as a cause of her supposed best friend; a mother who was previously dead for seventeen years. Where’s the heartbreak? Where’s the relapse? Where’s the point of the show where I go “Oh crap, poor Jessica. Damn, that sucks. I really hope she pulls through.” Instead, I responded with “Well, that happened.” There was no point in which I pitied the character. Not because she didn’t endure something horrific, but because it simply was gone about all wrong.
So those are my main three complaints. However, as this review has been almost entirely negative, there were a few things about the second season that I did thoroughly enjoy.
The first would be the season’s soundtrack. Once again, I enjoyed the choice of jazzy composition and was absolutely swept away by the feeling and meaning it gave the show. It perfectly fit and matched everything that happened and overall wrapped the entire season in an ambiance that seemed to say things that the story couldn’t.
Second, the interaction between some of the character’s was priceless. Malcolm working with Jessica was absolutely adorable at certain points and Trish telling the entire city that actual life is more important then lifestyle talks rang so true with the character. The subtle development of Oscar and his son was wonderfully heartwarming and Janet McTeer’s portrayal of Alisa Jones was stunning. Her ability to play a totally uncontrollable monster and at the same time be a loving mother was no less than perfection. Never once did I doubt the character’s existence in the fictional world of Jessica Jones. The same could be said of Rachael Taylor’s depiction Of Patsy “Trish” Walker. Her presence on screen was truly captivating. All the way until the season’s ending of course. The camerawork and choice of angles were once again fitting to the drab and dark world of Jessica Jones, and last but not least, Carrie-Anne Moss’ depiction of the now dying Jeri Hogarth was so perfectly relatable. Seeing someone with an enormous god complex find out she’s dying and having to deal with that was an experience that was very saddening to watch. It brought a certain humanity to the character that was honestly completely absent before.
But overall, I found the second season to be mainly disappointing. After watching all thirteen episodes, I believe now more than ever that the first season was a gem of cinema that can never be topped. But if the team over at Netflix wants to take that as a challenge, I’ll be looking out for the third season.

What were your thoughts? Were you disappointed by Jessica Jones Season 2, or did you enjoy it? Whatever your opinions, give me your thoughts in the comments below! I look forward to reading what you have to say!

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The Thresh

I passed an unborn threshold
Into a place unheard
It left a mark untold
And made my vision blurred
Almost like a blindfold
Or a broken, sightless bird
I sat with eyes controlled
And a face made absurd
Once I sat here freely
Not yet had I crossed that line
Yet the words were light and breezy
Simple, known, and confined
I once would walk with wonder
Through a world of my design
Yet now I sit in blunders
Searching for the sublime
In a world gone mad with madness
A world concerned with time
I looked for a final meaning
A sensible, final rhyme
But now the story wanders
At least in this world of mine
For I crossed that unborn threshold
That lacks to self-define
Once I wrote with fury
Knowing my way throughout
Yet the future is all but blurry
And I’ve no idea what it’s about
So if you are writer
A being of unsaid words
Don’t make your work a cypher
Don’t make your dialogue slurred
Allow yourself to wonder
At the time and place you’re in
For before you even know it
The story, it will end

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Rain

I used again last night
I started and turned up the light
For the world in which I reside
Is much too dark for drug lit eyes
I inhaled, took it in
Like it was nothing but air
I sipped, I gulped
Like I had plenty to spare
I poked, I prodded
I raised myself high
I smiled and nodded
And burst through the sky
It flowed through my blood
As this poem does now
It made up a flood
Of revelations somehow
It made its way through
Every crack of my brain
Until my eyes opened
To look out at the rain
Leaning forward, I saw
Though with much strain
A young woman who stood there
In the midst of the rain
She wore a black dress
And stared with disdain
Wondering if
My hands I’d restrain
And the rain, it poured
In buckets and jugs
Like a joker who plays
With aces and clubs
But the woman, she stood
Like a tree in the ground
Planted with might
By a heart once made sound
The rain, it would part
Of this I was sure
But the woman would not
She’d stand and endure
From forest to forest
The world it would change
And there she would stand
Lost and estranged
But for now, we both eyed
As we froze, wet with rain
The bodies we denied
And that pleasurable pain
Together, we were torn
But in one mighty sweep
The effects, they were worn
And I awoke from a sleep
Now perhaps this all
Took place in a dream
Erupting from
Some midnight scene
But as I laid there
Trying to breathe
I saw her walk in
A beauty unforeseen

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My Cure to Writer’s Block

I’ll be honest. I had literally no idea what to say when I started writing this. Ever since my “It’s Been Awhile…” blog (an article in which I promised to do my best to post a blog every Monday and a poem every Friday) I’ve been racking my brain attempting to come up with an idea for this very blog you read now. And although I still had no ideas as to what to say or, more accurately, what to write, I felt a necessary compulsion to sit down and write anyway. When I began writing, I had no idea what to say, so I rambled on as best as I could without making this blog a superfluous one. But suddenly, as I sat there in my super comfortable yet weird looking writer’s perch, I, in a flash of realization, realized that I was demonstrating something that I myself have talked about many times.

Many of us have encountered that terrible thing known as “writer’s block”. We sit down with our pens poised and keyboards ready only to stare at a blank piece of paper or a blinking cursor. We attempt to write, but everything we scribble down is nothing more than a mess of uninspired, formless words. And so we walk away, hoping that in time, the paperweight we call “writer’s block”, will disappear. This is the sad story of many. We wait, sometimes for months, for our brains to allow us to create. All the while, there we sit, our imaginations collecting dust. This is something I have experienced on more than one occasion and it seemed to haunt me much more then it should. It would absolutely torture me when I couldn’t sit and express the things inside. I talked to other fellow writers, and for them, it wasn’t as much of a bother. Sure, they found it annoying, but they’d simply wait it out patiently. But whenever a case of writer’s block would overcome me, I’d become highly strung and emotional. My feelings would be like a ball of yarn being tangled by a cat. In result, every other area of my life reflected this inner chaos. During these times, I’d searched desperately for a means or method that would dismantle that evil block and after several years of going through these phases stumped by writer’s block, I stumbled upon a cure. As I said before, many of the people I know simply wait out their writer’s block. They allow their minds time to reset, and while it is important to have a well-rested mind, I found that approach to be lazy and stupid. And here’s why.

You see, when I first started writing this blog, I had no idea what to say. For days I had pondered what to write, but nothing would come to me. Yet all the while, I felt a necessary compulsion to sit down and just type. And so I did. At first, I was just rambling on. But as I further rambled on, an idea for a topic began to form. And as I continued writing, the wording and end result of what I wanted to say become more and more vividly clear. Finally, I reached a point where I sat there completely confident in my abilities to deliver an article of quality. But I only came to discover this idea when I sat down and wrote, even though I had nothing to say. Writer’s block is nothing more than a concrete wall that keeps us from a vibrant, unexplored world. Concrete walls, my friend, only crumble under two circumstances. One, with time as they are weathered and worn down and two, with brute force. When I sat down to write, I stood in front of a concrete wall. Then, with my words, however insignificant and pointless they may have been, I began to break that wall down. Think of your ramblings as sledgehammers. The more you write, the more you break through that wall. Even if you’re writing the same word over and over again, you are continuing to strengthen the connections in your brain that allow you to be creative. The only way in which you can ever become truly strong is to¬†exercise the muscles you’ve been given. When in doubt, write. Dismantling writer’s block, is to me, that simple. When I first embarked in this, it was nowhere as cut and dry as I make it sound now. I would often time find myself rewriting the same piece over and over. But the more I persistently treated writer’s block with this attitude, the easier it came to move past that concrete wall. When I sat down to write this blog, I found myself stumped, yet within minutes, I had begun exploring that vibrant world that lies just beyond that deadweight paperweight. So the next time you find yourself cursed with the ever so evil writer’s block, just remember that you are the creator, not the block. What happens with and in your writings is completely up to you. Don’t just sit there and allow a mindless block of concrete to prevent you from constructing works of art. Write. Keep on writing. Even if you’re writing mindless dribble, keep pushing past that wall. Eventually, I swear, that wall will be broken down and you’ll discover the most amazing world you’ve ever seen.

Candidly,

Twisty Ceives
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Underglasses

Turn your glasses upside down
You’ll see a smile, not a frown
Walk through the woods of clouds and doom
And see what lies beneath the gloom
The glass you filled the other day
It’s not empty or full, it’s just halfway
The friend that you just turned away
Loves much more than words would say
So take these glasses
Turn them ’round
See the truths
That you had drowned
The world that you refuse to see
Is a world unhinged by you and me
The fate you hate, that destiny
It won’t upheave your reality
Just take those glasses
Flip them upside down
And see the masses
Underground