tmonkeylog

Hellboyeee

Woke up early this morning and decided to see how the line was at the Apple Store 14th St. and well, it was long — like a 2 hour wait. So I decided to do some work for a couple hours.

Grabbed some Thai food (I think I’ve eaten Thai food for the last 4 meals) and decided to go see Hellboy2 at 34th, an under-rated movie spot because you can pretty much always get a good seat and it’s not a bad theater.

Anyways, I was ready for the old rock ‘em sock ‘em comic book movie (I think more than half of the movies up on the board there were comic book-inspired movies, yay for comic books, I guess) but it charmed me from the get go.

I confess I haven’t read too many of the comics (and Mike Mignola’s solo effort, The Amazing Screw-on Head, was kinda unwatchable) but I daresay this movie is probably not one of those let-downs from the paper version. I’m always asking myself, who do I identify with here? And in this series it’s Abe (what is it with Mike Mignola and Abe Lincoln?), the gentle intellectual aquatic creature who wears contacts and listens to Vivaldi. He’s a sweetheart, and an empath.

I won’t spoil it for you, but as the credits came up, I was like, “Ah, Guillermo del Toro. THAT’S why it was so good!”