Showing posts with label Marvel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marvel. Show all posts

Friday, November 12, 2021

Rudd Stud: Rhinestone in the Rough

Cardigan: Hearts & Roses London, Zulily; Top: Simply Vera, Kohl's; Shoes: Chase & Chloe, Zulily; Bag: Betsey Johnson, Macy's; Green bracelet: Parade of Shoes; Red bangle: B Fabulous


Sweater: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's; Boots: Apt. 9, Kohl's; Bag: Tatty Devine, Modcloth; Headband: Macy's; Coral bangle: Silver Linings, Ocean City; Black and white bracelet: Mixit, JCPenney

Paul Rudd is the kind of hot, hip, and self-deprecating-slightly-dorky leading man that makes women realize that men don't have to be testosterone-spewing alpha males to be sexy.  Just like sparkly stones don't have to be diamonds to be bedazzling (Rhinestone-encrusted jean jacket?  Yes, please!  Aunt Mitzi's tennis bracelet full of blood diamonds and also, possibly, the blood of Uncle Marve?  No thanks!).  So I was especially stoked to hear that Rudd is People's 2021 Sexiest Man Alive.  I'm so glad that this once-upon-a-time geeky dreamboat is finally getting his due.  Not that joining the Marvel universe as the world's most intrepid insect was too shabby either.  

Of course, true fans know that Rudd has had it going on since Clueless.  Awhile back, I read an article saying that Rudd, who played Alicia Silverstone's stepbrother-turned-love-interest in the iconic '90s flick, was "a wry forty-year-old" even then (his real age in the movie?  A callow twenty-nine.). 

Rudd's turn in Clueless is reason enough for me to pull out the plaid (yes, again!).  I'm particularly taken with these oh-so-'90s skirts.  All they need are a couple of big safety pins.  

Skirt: Almost Famous, Kohl's

Skirt: Almost Famous, Kohl's

What's more, their side-by-side contrasting plaid makes for an aesthetic that's classic-meets-edgy.  Kind of like the gentlemanly yet slightly snarky Rudd himself.  Who, by the way, in response to becoming officially "sexy," quipped that he'll now "have to spend more time on yachts."  

Oh, Paul.  That dry -- excuse me, wry -- sense of humor is why you'll always be the object of our (and Jennifer Aniston's) affections. 

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Pumped for Stump: Black and White and Read All Over


Fabulous Felt Desert Barrette


Fabulous Felt Black and White Roses Barrette


Over the Rain-blow Necklace


If I can (nearly) recycle this post title, then I can recycle this necklace (and these barrettes) too.  Also, the joke is on newspapers because I never read them.

I don't read comic books (excuse me, graphic novels) either, but this last dress kind of makes me want to.  Why is it that kitschy comic prints always feature romance instead of sci-fi?  Don't get me wrong; I prefer the romance.  But heroes and bad guys and death rays are a dime a dozen in the genre, and I can't think of a single such story that centers around amour.  I know what you're thinking.  Tote Trove lady, these pop art prints aren't based on comic books or even newspapers.  They're based on the work of renowned pop artist Lichtenstein. Touché dear readers, touché.  Still, would it kill Marvel to do something about star-crossed lovers?  Maybe a Romeo and Juliet style intergalactic battle.  Or at the very least, a prom where the punch bowl explodes. 

Girly biases aside, there is a graphic novel-inspired thing that I like, and not just because it weaves a little romance in with its intrigue.  "Stumptown" is the quirkiest show about Portland since, well, "Portlandia."  It's about the adventures of rough-around-the-edges, Marine-turned-PI Dex Parios (Cobie Smulders), who has a dark past and a heart of gold (aw).  She's one of those take-no-prisoners broads who lives on the edge but always does what's right, especially for her younger brother Ansel, who has Down syndrome.  She also has two dudes in her life: buttoned-up detective Miles Hoffman (Michael Ealy) and ex con-come-bar-owner Grey McConnell (Jake Johnson).  Watching her waver between them (and also some ladies; it's complicated) while solving mysteries only adds to the fun.  Will she pick squeaky clean Miles and right her self-destructive ways?  Or will she steer into the skid and choose fellow trainwreck Grey?  There's less suspense here than one might think because, as Dex indelicately quips to her suitors while staging a sting operation, both of them have "already been inside her."

Oh, Dex.

The artistic touches in this show are cool, too.  Dex drives a beat-up old car with a radio that spontaneously bursts into '70s and '80s pop hits.  She wears a navy satin bomber jacket with a retro orange and yellow sunburst.  And the first scene of each episode freezes into a comic book page just before "Stumptown" splashes across the screen.  Best of all, Dex is witty and ballsy and always gets the last laugh.  I don't usually watch crime shows and didn't think that I'd like this one, but its style and substance won me over.

So, if I have to gulp down my comic book bites with heaping spoonfuls of small screen sugar, then so be it.

I'd rather get cavities than court Comic-con. 

Sunday, March 10, 2019

The Rants Go Marching Two by Too: Huzzah! Huzzah!


Flair Weather Friend Necklace

Sweater: Mudd, Kohl's
Skirt (a dress!): Monteau, Marshalls
Shoes: Guess, Marshalls
Bag: Lily Bloom, JCPenney
Sunglasses: Michaels


Punky Pineapple Necklace

Sweater: Mudd, Kohl's
Jeans: Vanilla Star, Boscov's
Shoes: Guess, Marshalls
Bag: Worthington, JCPenney
Barrette: The Tote Trove
Maroon bangles: Iris Apfel for INC, Macy's
Coral bangle: Silver Linings, Ocean City boardwalk
Fuchsia/white bangle: Mixit, JCPenney


If you're a college basketball fan (or just own a TV), then you know that March means madness.  As if the warp-speed winds of this lion-lamb month aren't bad enough, the NCAA sees fit to jab its elbows into the soft underbellies of our prime-time programming.  I know, I know. There's On Demand and Netflix, and no one watches TV in real time anymore anyway except ninety-year-olds.  And me. But I like my stegosaurus system of seeing my shows (as the oldsters say) when they air, commercials and all.  Choking down that last bite of tuna noodle casserole so you don't miss the opening zinger on The Big Bang Theory makes it seem like more of an event.  Like going to the movies to watch the next Marvel installment instead of catching it on cable while you clip your toenails.

Anyway, March is crazy.  One day it's snowing, and the next it's sidling up to sixty.  So I thought, why not embrace the madness and style summer stunner necklaces with sweaters that all but scream Christmas?  Because nothing says Santa like mulberry and jade in pop-the-champagne chenille.


I don't know about you, but sometimes I like buying things in (slightly modified) twos.  Like these sweaters.  In addition to being different colors, they're also different sizes (jade XS, mulberry S) and cost different prices (jade $3, mulberry $10).  Other than that, they're exactly the same, two jolly holly berries in a Mudd puddle pod.  I wore the mulberry one already just as it's pictured here, except with pink Uggs instead of the heels (snow, oh why do you hate me?).  And I'm looking forward to wearing the jade one, sun bag and all, before spring -- well, springs.

So I guess that March can be magical.  And magically delicious come St. Patrick's Day.  As long as that gruesome twosome -- sports and snow -- don't stink up the meadow.

Shamrocks hate stinkiness.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Getup and Go: Comic Book Costume Look



Rita Rainbow Necklace

Tee: JCPenney
Skirt: Ellen Tracy, JCPenney
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Nordstrom
Jacket: Gap outlet
Sunglasses: Brigantine beach shop



 Ribbon Rose Rainbow Necklace

Tunic: Bongo, Sears
Tee: Merona, Target
Skirt: Bongo, Sears
Shoes: a.n.a., JCPenney
Bag: Nahui Ollin
Sunglasses: Relic, Kohl's



Wonder Bread Woman Bow Barrette

Tee: JCPenney
Skirt: Decree, JCPenney
Shoes: Not Rated, Journeys
Bag: Nine West, Marshalls
Sunglasses: So, Kohl's

Marvel looks marvy for fifty.  Yep, that's half a century, or, time being money, one Ulysses S. Grant.  For, it was back in 1966 that the comic book giant launched "The Marvel Super Heroes" cartoon, a fun fact that I learned while checking out Kohl's limited edition line of Captain America-themed  clothing, even if I wasn't intrigued enough to take anything home.  No, no demure shield prints, sedate insignia, or Peter Pan collars for me, such style (under)statements being better left to the likes of DC's much-martyred Aquaman.  It was good old graphic novel-ty tees from J. C. Penney's or nothing.  Well, those and the banana-print tunic in outfit number two.  Because even superheroes need their potassium.  

Now, I'm no comic book queen.  But I've always been drawn to Marvel movies because they're about characters facing, not only external antagonists, but the challenge of their own inner demons, making them vulnerable and universally human.  I guess it's this appeal that keeps the remakes coming . . . and the Avengers avenging.  Since 2003, there have been three Bruce Banners: Eric Bana, Ed Norton, Mark Ruffalo . . . and, just because it's so dang funny, Lou Ferrigno as his un-Hulk (but equally angry) self in I Love You, Man.  That said, my Spidey senses suggested that Spider-Man was not an Avenger  -- misinformation exposed by a Google search confirming that he became one in May's Captain America: Civil War.  So much for depending on the intuitive powers of an arachnid.  His spirit animal's shortcomings aside, Spider-Man remains my favorite (un)caped crusader -- something that Debbie (Leslie Mann) of Knocked Up and I have in common.  (Sort of.)  Remember when she picks a fight with Pete (Paul Rudd) about spending too much time away from home, and he says that he went to the movies to see Spider-Man and that she wouldn't have liked it, and she wails, "I like Spider-Man!"?  In that vein, Rudd, in addition to being in I Love You, Man, is also -- oh, the connections -- the title character in Marvel's Ant-Man.  Although not exactly tee shirt-worthy, his Scott Lang is, as an ice cream scooping-work-release-program-minimum-wager, on the receiving end of one of comic book films' funniest one liners, namely: "Baskin Robbins always finds out."

So, it was with a hulkin' dose of Norse force that I set out, in my small way, to pay tribute, fighting my own design demons (and not a few rolls of wire gone wild) to make some stuff worthy of the superhuman (i.e. forever young) aesthetic.  Which is to say as bright and plastic and timeless as a mint-in-box action figure.  The Marvel look is striking yet simple, with its crayon box colors and clean cartoon graphics and flair for making everything from denim to dresses seem modern.  No tee (or DVD) collection is complete without it.      

On an unrelated note, I finally finished wearing all of my spring and summer clothes.  It took me six months, but I wore that wardrobe like never before in a Lollapalooza of layers and pattern-mixing abandon.  Which means that I'm now down to the tedious business of washing it all and somehow stuffing it, clown-car-style, back into my closet.

I guess that's my super power.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Movie Moment: The Amazing Spider-Man

I missed TV Tuesday, bypassed Jack Handey Wednesday, did not get through Thursday with another shoe montage, and skipped the Saturday story.  But seeing The Amazing Spider-Man last night sparked enough of a reaction in me to break my week-long blogging hiatus.

Much has been said about this reboot of the 2002 classic starring Tobey Maguire.  In the tradition of many comic book movie makeovers (think Batman's The Dark Knight), The Amazing Spider-Man is packaged to be edgier and grittier than the original, using the backstory of Peter Parker's parents as the impetus that drives him to seek answers and eventually be bitten by that life-altering arachnid.  In theory, I can see why this might seem like a more well-thought-out alternative to being bit by a spider on a school trip.  But in practice the effect is drawn out and directionless, eating up so much of the movie's beginning that I couldn't help but look at my watch.  I longed for the simplicity and quick pace of the first movie, a theme that was to become increasingly apparent throughout the next two hours.

Even more disturbing than the cumbersome plot line is the change in Peter's character.  Maguire's Peter Parker was articulate, self-effacing, and sympathetic.  You (or least I) really felt for this high school nerd-turned-photojournalist just trying to make sense of it all. Yet Andrew Garfield's version speaks in mumbles so unintelligible that I honestly wondered if he was supposed to be portraying a Spidey with a speech impediment.  What's more, the new Peter Parker is more snarky than witty and more brash than brave, a strange hybrid of absent-minded scientist and half-baked badass that doesn't pack the same punch as the first more authentically nerdy Parker being hurled, wonderstruck and unprepared, into a world he doesn't understand.  Garfield's Parker is about dispassionate science and empty bravado, whereas Maguire's is about imagination and self-discovery, a tone echoed by that movie's colorful and dare I say whimsical, just-leapt-off-the-pages-of-a-comic-book sets.  By contrast, the sets of the remake are dark, somber, and uninspiring.

Finally, the switch from Kirsten Dunst's Mary Jane Watson to Emma Stone's Gwen Stacy falls flat.  Because I'm a girl (as opposed to a comic book-toting fan boy), I'm going to spend a lot of time here.  I understand that Gwen doesn't come out of nowhere, that she does, indeed, precede Mary Jane in the comic books and is in this vein a more accurate choice of leading lady.  But in the realm of the movies, it was Mary Jane who came first, and, at least to me, makes for the more genuine heroine.

In Spider-Man, MJ and Peter grew up next door to each other in the same shabby row homes, establishing a shared history that lends depth to Peter's unrequited love for the pretty and popular MJ.  MJ is kinder and more layered than her A-list status suggests, traits revealed by her distaste for her boyfriend's boorish behavior and her post-graduation move to Manhattan to become an actress.  It takes character to chase down a goal that's not only unattainable but frowned upon, and MJ's courage in doing so renders her as gutsy and vulnerable.  She's both when she runs into Peter and tells him she's an actress only to have her boss at the diner where she really works scream after her that her register's short.  She shouts back, smiling ruefully as she opens her trench coat to reveal her waitress uniform.  Then she tells Peter that she's dating his best friend Harry (James Franco), establishing the love triangle that gnaws at us for the remainder of the movie.  Compounded with her infatuation with Spider-Man (who could forget that famously steamy upside-down kiss?), Peter and MJ's dynamic makes for a compelling love story.  Is the whole girl-next-door-on-a-pedestal-thing something that we've seen before?  Well, yeah.  But that's what makes it so good and what makes us root for Peter.  Cliches, after all, are cliches for a reason.

The romance in The Amazing Spider-Man is completely different.  Peter and Gwen are not friends; in fact, they barely know each other.  Gwen is an over-achiever who spends her spare time tutoring the class basketball star and leading the Oscorp Labs intern program (hey, she's not a student at Midtown Science High for nothing).  Although I respect that she's smart, the science angle is just as uninteresting and unglamorous here as it is when Peter is working out algorithms, and as a result Gwen comes off as a little uppity and wooden.  Peter's garbled wooing of her is painful to the ears, and it is a mystery to me why she falls for him in the first place.  Even more unbelievable is that their very first date is dinner with Gwen's parents (her father is the no-nonsense police captain, played by Denis Leary), which Peter bungles from the start by arriving outside Gwen's bedroom window instead of at the front door.  As if all of this isn't contrived enough, Peter tells Gwen that he's Spider-Man just after dinner!  Actually, he says, "I've been bitten," to which Gwen dreamily replies, "Me too" in an exchange so farcical I couldn't help but wonder if it was making fun of itself.  I get that this big if premature reveal was probably designed to make Gwen more of an equal partner and less of a damsel in distress.  But it came at the expense of romantic tension and general plot suspense, not to mention being just plain out of character given Peter and Gwen's lack of chemistry.

The Amazing Spider-Man is meant to be more modern, more real, and more indie than its predecessor.  In some ways it is.  But it lacks the heart of the original.  Admittedly, that's the opinion of someone who came of age along with that original, and who is not the target audience of the remake.  Still, it's the heart of any superhero saga that holds it together, cutting through the special effects and the bad guys to make it amazing.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Movie Moment: Captain America: The First Avenger

Before I get started here, I should say that Blogger appears to have run amuck again, having shunted my Etsy mini, followers, profile, listing, and archive widgets from their proper place on the lefthand side of the screen to the bottom of the screen. This happened once before. I think it eventually fixed itself, but this time I want to check out a couple of quick-fix sites I've bookmarked to see if I can't get a handle on it.

Now, on to the movie.

When I first heard about Marvel's Captain America feature, I instantly visualized Captain Planet, that green-haired, gray-skinned, musclebound recycling crusader of the mid-1990s. Why I confused some comic book hero wannabe with one of the classic Avengers I'll never know. Imagine my surprise when I spotted a star-spangled Chris Evans on the poster in the theater lobby!

Captain America, as it turns out, is about World War II and ninety-pound weakling Steve Rogers's (Chris Evans) burning need to enlist. But his small stature and laundry list of health issues get him rejected time and again, regardless of the many hometowns he claims. Then a kindly army doctor (Stanley Tucci) overhears him explaining his plight to his best friend, who just happens to be a strapping solider, and bends the rules to put him in uniform. Yet as with all stories of struggle, Steve's problems have only begun. He endures boot camp, the derision of his fellow soldiers, and the head-shaking doubt of the colonel (Tommy Lee Jones). Still, Officer Atwell, a.k.a. pretty Peggy, has taken a shine to his underdog determination and diamond-in-the-rough chivalry. Then the good doctor hurls a grenade onto the practice field, sending all the soldiers scattering save the intrepid Steve. It's this act of courage that finally earns him the respect of the colonel and the coveted spot as the guinea pig in a top-secret experiment headed up by none other than Iron Man's dad, weapons engineer Howard Stark.

After receiving the usual injections and electrodes and whatnot that figure in the plots of comic book adaptations, Steve emerges as a tall, muscular hunk of man worthy of Peggy's affections and the army's toughest assignments - the first of which turns out to be dancing around in a red, white, and blue suit with a troupe of chorus girls in an effort to hawk war bonds. Again, Steve suffers through adversity in true Marvel coming-of-age fashion until a chance opportunity at greatness propels him to hero status, launching the story into the blazing-gun, bomb-bursting territory of which boys young and old are so fond.

As always, this (the violence, that is) is where I began to zone out. I do remember a rather creepy villain in the image of a red devil. And something about Peggy promising to teach Steve how to dance. Then, just as I was in danger of nodding off, the story segued into a surprise ending starring Samuel L. Jackson and whispering, "Sequel!"

I probably have no business weighing in on movies that I didn't pick and aren't my cup of tea. But Captain America isn't bad as such films go, and the (gentle) 3D effects didn't make me sick, unlike the rollicking roller coaster ride that was Transformers. The bf was somewhat indifferent, also having had no prior knowledge of the original story. Still, a movie is a movie, and a good time was had by all.